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A Stalker and a false confession

‘As much as I wanted Russell out of my house, he didn't seem to want to leave. Because here he was, sitting around my counter eating chocolate rice crispy cereal.’

"Babe, have you heard from Jake, by any chance?"

"Why would I?"

'Why can't you get that I don't like that snake, he is- was not my friend.'

"I don't know. I thought he would have stopped by."

"How many times do I have to tell you that he nor your other friends aren't welcomed here?"

Russell didn't respond, he only hit the spoon to the side of the bowel, took a spoonful of cereal chewed loudly.

"Maybe you should try calling him."

"I have been doing that."

"Well, I don't know. You should get to work and stop worrying about him."

"He is my friend."

I shrugged.

"Aren't you going to work?"

"Working from home. Plus, my new, new assistant has things under control."

When Russell left, I turned the TV on. I was wondering h

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