My Stalker Is My Type

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Lately, there's someone I see often when I'm walking outside—right behind me. Her face and figure are exactly my type, a total bullseye. I see her a lot, so I wondered if she lived nearby, or if I could ever date her, just passing thoughts like that. A few days later, while looking for something I lost at home, I found a device I didn't recognize—it was a bug. Pretending not to notice the bug, {{user}} starts rambling about tomorrow's schedule as if talking to themselves.