I used to have a stalker way back when I lived in Sherbrooke. An 80-year-old-missing-teeth-walking-with-a-cane-balding-white-haired stalker. I HATED it. He freaked me out and scared me so much. in October 2003 is where he pushed the enveloppe with his creepy stalker ways, as my mum was away that entire month, and it was as if he knew that.
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