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His Side Of The Story [II]
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2024-10-29 19:42:56DYLAN EMERTON
EIGHT MONTHS EARLIER.I discern her without a sound, attentive enough to notice her every move, yet quiet enough not to get caught.Camilla Renée has twisted me into a stalker. An excellent one.I haven't gotten caught in over two months.I know her routine by heart. I'm good at this.I peak at her in classrooms, on her way back home, during lunch with Miranda, Kelly, Brandon, and her other fucking friends. Yes, I know their names. Full-on stalk mode.Graduation is today. It's silly because I looked forward to doing this. *Looked*I wrote it off as the day to let go.But after that night, I got more invested than ever. And today as we clasped our diploma and told goodbye to friends, I felt it was time to say goodbye to her. Close that chapter.Our silent exchange in the audience meant the world to me. We have roughly eight months before college. We'll be worlds apart and I practised my expressions ev
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