The creepy stalker

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In the morning at 10.30am, I called Ariana and we went to the library to study, her grades were dropping so I had to tutor her. I don't know where to tutor her so I decided to do it at the library. When we were walking there, we saw a old man following us. We thought it was a coincidence. So we ignored him. Then things started to creep me out, (and Ariana) We looked back and saw him still. So we had to take a random turn. Then we looked again and then I looked back at Ariana. I pretended nothing happened so I didn't look suspicious. I turned back and his beard was knotted like a birds nest. His eyes were as red as poison berry's. His skin was as dry as plaster and his fingernails were as tall as the Eifel tower. I was disgusted but didn't make a scene. We called my mum and she picked up and decided to take us home. She came and we sat in her car. The old man (who's technically a stalker) grunted and walked away in anger and distress. Me and Ariana felt safe again.

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