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<p class="MsoNormal">I haven't gone to college, haven't gotten a job, haven't received a single paycheck, and haven't even gotten my driver's license. My love life is even more pathetic. I've never gotten laid, never been on a date, never kissed a woman, never even held a woman's hand. The truth is, I'm just as successful as I was when I was seven.
<p class="MsoNormal">I haven't gone to college, haven't gotten a job, haven't received a single paycheck, and haven't even gotten my driver's license. My love life is even more pathetic. I've never gotten laid, never been on a date, never kissed a woman, never even held a woman's hand. The truth is, I'm just as successful as I was when I was seven.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">I'm what you'd call a loser. My entire life is consumed with TV, video games, and computer. Every day, I realize I could and should be out there in the world, doing things. I say to myself every day that I'll do it tomorrow. I'll get a job tomorrow. I'll lose some weight tomorrow. I'll sign up for college tomorrow.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">But tomorrow never comes.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">Instead, my life exists in a perpetual cycle. I wake up around noon, microwave something frozen for breakfast, use the computer or play video games for hours and hours, then go to bed. My parents are desperate to see me get out and get a job, and as I said, I know full well that I should. But there's just no motivation. I'm what you call "stuck".</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">I became so pathetic that I was dreaming of sex more often than not. I always considered myself a guy of high morals and didn't want to just "fuck" like that, you know. I always considered myself a romantic. Sure, getting laid would be great, but I'd also like something more than that.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">This is partially where my story begins. I was talking to Trent, a guy I knew from high school. I'd moved away after high school, so I didn't have any contact with my old classmates aside from the internet. He asked me how I was doing and the subject of dating came up. I couldn't tell him that I'd never done anything in that department at all, so I told him I did have a girlfriend.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">That night, I had a "dream" about the girl I described to him. That was nice. The next night, I had a weird dream where I talked to Trent. We were in what looked to be a funeral, in a room that was a mix between my grandma's living room and a church. I couldn't actually hear him say anything, but I responded as if I knew that the conversation was going the way it had in real life. A few other guys I knew from high school began hooting and hollering when I said I had a girlfriend.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">This is where my story truly begins. It was the day after I had that dream. As per usual, I was browsing the internet. I'd settled on my usual message boards, nothing out of the ordinary. For the first time in months, I'd received a message from somebody on King's Bazaar. I'm not well known there and don't post often, so I didn't know why anyone would be contacting me.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">When I opened the message, it was from a user named "LDM43". What a weird name. Their avatar, signature, and everything else in their profile was sugary, cutsey pink. Their avatar was a baby kitten with angel wings on a pink cloud. I nearly gagged with how overly sweet this was. I took note that her profile was fully fleshed out, but they had no posts or any other sort of interaction with the site, from the looks of things.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">The message they'd sent me was something that didn't exactly make any sense to me until much later.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">"am I really your girlfriend? oh i swear you won't regret it! i love you too and i think we'll be very happy together!</p>
 
<p class="MsoNormal">-danielle"</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"am I really your girlfriend? oh i swear you won't regret it! i love you too and i think we'll be very happy together!
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<p class="MsoNormal">I figured this might just be spam or something, so I just deleted the message and went about my business</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">-danielle"
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<p class="MsoNormal">ITwo figureddays this might just be spam or somethinglater, so I justgot deleted theanother message and went about myfrom businessLDM43.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">Two"hey dayshow later,come Iyou gotnever anotherresponded? messageyou fromsaid LDM43i was your girlfriend. ttys</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">"hey how come you never responded? you said i was your girlfriend. ttys
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<p class="MsoNormal">
 
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<p class="MsoNormal">-danielle"</p>
 
<p class="MsoNormal">What a persistent and oddly specific spam bot. I'd never seen a spam bot employ continuity before. But again, I feared it was still spam and simply deleted the message. Maybe I'd respond if they messaged me again.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">-danielle"
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<p class="MsoNormal">Message me again, they did. The day after that, I received another message. This time, a bit different than the last ones.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">What a persistent and oddly specific spam bot. I'd never seen a spam bot employ continuity before. But again, I feared it was still spam and simply deleted the message. Maybe I'd respond if they messaged me again.
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<p class="MsoNormal">Message"why won't you talk to me? again,i theythought didwe were in love. Thewe daywere aftermeant thatto be, Idaniel. receivedwe anothereven messagehave the same name. Thisnow time,please astop bitbeing differentsilly thanand thetalk lastto onesme.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">"why won't you talk to me? i thought we were in love. we were meant to be, daniel. we even have the same name. now please stop being silly and talk to me.
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<p class="MsoNormal">
 
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<p class="MsoNormal">-dani"</p>
 
<p class="MsoNormal">This couldn't be a spam bot. No spam bot can guess your name. It could've just been a lucky guess, but holy shit that would be the king of all coincidences. I was apprehensive to respond to this girl. I had no idea who she was or how she knew who I was. There was something very suspicious about this whole thing.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">-dani"
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<p class="MsoNormal">I decided to contactAfter a forumshort moderator. I explained towhile, the mod thatgot I'dback neverto toldme. anyoneAccording onlineto mythem, namethe andmessages hadwere nothingbeing connectingsent from my realIP lifeaddress. toI myinsisted internetthat lifethat andhad thatto therebe wasa nomistake. wayWas theysomebody wouldpirating knowmy itinternet wasor me,something? evenWould ifthat Ieven didlead knowto them inregistering realas life.the The mod said he'd run ansame IP check on the LDM43 account.?</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">None of it made any sense. I decided I'd message her back.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">After a short while, the mod got back to me. According to them, the messages were being sent from my IP address. I insisted that that had to be a mistake. Was somebody pirating my internet or something? Would that even lead to them registering as the same IP?
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<p class="MsoNormal">None of it made any sense. I decided I'd message her back.
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<p class="MsoNormal">"Who are you exactly? How do you know my name? Why do you have the same IP address as me?"</p>
 
<p class="MsoNormal">"i'm your girlfriend. we're in love, you told me so. of course i know my one true love's name <3"</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">"Stop saying that. I don't know anyone named Danielle. I think you have the wrong person."</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">What would she say? I was almost mortified at the idea.</p>
 
<p class="MsoNormal">"sooooo sorry to hear about chunnofloy. he was the best mod, even though he tended to look a little too deeply into things. rip"</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">
 
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<p class="MsoNormal">"He tended to look a little too deeply into things." What the hell did that mean? I decided I'd send her a message.
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<p class="MsoNormal">"He tended to look a little too deeply into things." What the hell did that mean? I decided I'd send her a message.</p>
 
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<p class="MsoNormal">"Who the hell are you and what did you do?"
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<p class="MsoNormal">"Who the hell are you and what did you do?"</p>
 
<p class="MsoNormal">
 
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<p class="MsoNormal">"i'm your girlfriend, like you said. i can't wait for us to be more. sometimes people need to learn not to stick their noses where they don't belong ;3"</p>
 
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<p class="MsoNormal">"Where is Brusk?"</p>
 
<p class="MsoNormal">"well, i couldn't impersonate him with him standing there, duh. i had to get him out of the way."</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">
 
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<p class="MsoNormal">"What did you do to him?"
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<p class="MsoNormal">"What did you do to him?"</p>
 
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<p class="MsoNormal">"well... we'll just say he went a little out of his skull. ^^;"
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<p class="MsoNormal">"well... we'll just say he went a little out of his skull. ^^;"</p>
 
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<p class="MsoNormal">I blocked the Brusk account right there. She'd killed somebody else I knew, I assumed. What could I do? Would she just keep killing people? Why?
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<p class="MsoNormal">I blocked the Brusk account right there. She'd killed somebody else I knew, I assumed. What could I do? Would she just keep killing people? Why?</p>
 
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<p class="MsoNormal">Finally, Trent got back to me.
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<p class="MsoNormal">Finally, Trent got back to me.</p>
 
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<p class="MsoNormal">"Back. I just saw something else really fucked up. Take a look."
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<p class="MsoNormal">"Back. I just saw something else really fucked up. Take a look."</p>
 
<p class="MsoNormal">
 
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<p class="MsoNormal">He included a link to a news article. A porn star named Cheyenne Pepper was found murdered on the set. She'd been stabbed a grand total of 196 times. Without sounding too weird, Cheyenne Pepper was my favorite porn star. The weirdest thing about the case was that the studio was actually running when it happened. Cheyenne had apparently only been on set alone for a few minutes before she was found that way. There was no struggle, no suspects, no nothing. I once again couldn't help but assume Danielle had something to do with this.</p>
 
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<p class="MsoNormal">Who the fuck was this Danielle girl? What was she? I opened my Black Pond Road window and decided I'd try something. I unblocked Danielle's account, allowing anything she'd posted or sent to me to be visible.</p>
 
<p class="MsoNormal">"863 New Messages"</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">"daniel respond u fucking loser"</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">"We were never dating."</p>
 
<p class="MsoNormal">"of course we were. you told me we were."</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">"You don't exist. I lied to Trent. I told him I was dating somebody to make myself look good. We were never together because you aren't supposed to be real."</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">"of course, baby! i'm what you asked for! i'm the answer to your prayers!"</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">"oh btw danny baby, i hope you're not jealous, but i saw your friend's weiner. he was in the shower when i got to him. so embarrassing! o///o"</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">"well, i've got blood all over me, honey! i'm gonna go take a shower. wanna join me? ;3 jkjk"</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">She cut the conversation there. What a goddamn lunatic.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">They found Brusk's body stuffed in his bedroom closet. His head had been cut in half with a saw, the top half was found in his lap. Turns out his real name was Evan Porter. He lived in Florida, nowhere near any of the other murders. They later found Trent's body in his shower. Somebody had taken an ax to him. He was in so many pieces that he was barely recognizable. There was evidence that somebody else had used the shower after killing him, but they didn't know who.</p>
 
<p class="MsoNormal">This continued for weeks. People I knew from high school or earlier, people I knew from online, they were being picked off and murdered in brutal ways, and they never found any evidence of who could be doing it aside from my fingerprints. It was very soon that they kept me under observation. When it was clear that some of the murders were taking place when I was being directly observed, they let me go. They figured that somebody was trying to frame me somehow.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">I decided on a course of action, one that I didn't think I would do. I unblocked Danielle and sent her a message.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">"Danielle, please stop. I actually do love you, but please stop with this. It's silly. All you're doing is hurting people."</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">Literally, within seconds, I had a response.</p>
 
<p class="MsoNormal">Literally,"i withinknew seconds,you Iloved hadme! aare response.we officially bf/gf now? ^^"</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">"iI had to think about how to respond. I knew youthat lovedno me!matter arehow weI officiallyanswered, bf/gfthere now?was ^^"no going back.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">I had to think about how to respond. I knew that no matter how I answered, there was no going back.
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<p class="MsoNormal">
 
</p>
 
<p class="MsoNormal">"Yes, of course we are."
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<p class="MsoNormal">"Yes, of course we are."</p>
 
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<p class="MsoNormal">As I typed that, I could feel my blood curdle, like I'd made a horrible mistake.</p>
 
<p class="MsoNormal">An hour or so passed. I stared at the ceiling, realizing I may have just signed my own death certificate. This girl was clearly dangerous, and now she was coming to my house. Should I prepare? Should I kill her when she got here? Would I be able to? Was she even human?</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">As I typed that, I could feel my blood curdle, like I'd made a horrible mistake.
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<p class="MsoNormal">After an hour, I heard noise coming from downstairs. Screams, thumping. She was here, and she was after my parents.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">An hour or so passed. I stared at the ceiling, realizing I may have just signed my own death certificate. This girl was clearly dangerous, and now she was coming to my house. Should I prepare? Should I kill her when she got here? Would I be able to? Was she even human?
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<p class="MsoNormal">AfterWhat ancould hourI do? Nothing. I was paralyzed with fear, and by the time I heardgot noiseover comingthat, all noise from downstairs had ceased. Screams,They were likely dead thumpingalready. SheThere was here,nothing andI shecould wasdo except wait for her to come afterfor myme parentstoo.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">What could I do?sat Nothing.upstairs Iin wasmy paralyzedcomputer with fearchair, andstaring byat the timebedroom door. I gotcould overhear that,footsteps allclimbing noisethe fromstairs. downstairsI hadcould ceased.hear Theya werefemale likelyvoice, deadhumming alreadya tune. ThereA washappy nothingtune. IAll couldnoise do except waitceased foras hershe tostopped comeoutside formy mebedroom toodoor.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">I sat upstairs in my computer chair, staring at the bedroom door. I could hear footsteps climbing the stairs. I could hear a female voice, humming a tune. A happy tune. All noise ceased as she stopped outside my bedroom door.
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<p class="MsoNormal">
 
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<p class="MsoNormal">I closed my eyes and looked away from the door. I heard the door slowly creak open. Somebody entered the room.</p>
 
<p class="MsoNormal">"Danny?" a female voice said. I looked up to see her. Before me stood a young woman. She looked to be in her late teens or early 20's, long, black hair, brown eyes, fair skin, slender body, breasts that were large, but not huge. She wore a short, plaid skirt and a white, button shirt. Her skin and clothes were covered in blood.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I closed my eyes and looked away from the door. I heard the door slowly creak open. Somebody entered the room.
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<p class="MsoNormal">I stared at her, coming to a realization. She looked exactly like the girl that had been appearing in my dreams.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Danny?" a female voice said. I looked up to see her. Before me stood a young woman. She looked to be in her late teens or early 20's, long, black hair, brown eyes, fair skin, slender body, breasts that were large, but not huge. She wore a short, plaid skirt and a white, button shirt. Her skin and clothes were covered in blood.
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<p class="MsoNormal">"Danny, I'm staredso athappy her,to comingsee toyou." ashe realizationsaid. SheI lookeddidn't exactlyrespond. I averted my gaze, down liketoward the girlfloor. "Danny, now that hadwe're beentogether, appearingthings can be the way they were meant to be. Nobody else in mythe dreamsway."</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">I didn't respond. I sat there with a blank expression.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Danny, I'm so happy to see you." she said. I didn't respond. I averted my gaze, down toward the floor. "Danny, now that we're together, things can be the way they were meant to be. Nobody else in the way."
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<p class="MsoNormal">I"It's didnOK, Danny," she began "we'tre together respondnow. INothing satwill thereever withkeep aus blankapart expressionagain."</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">I wasn't looking at her anymore. I felt her place a hand on my shoulder. She rubbed my shoulder, placing her other hand on my other shoulder. I could feel that she was kissing me, but I wasn't really registering it.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"It's OK, Danny," she began "we're together now. Nothing will ever keep us apart again."
</p>
 
<p class="MsoNormal">I wasn't looking at her anymore. I felt her place a hand on my shoulder. She rubbed my shoulder, placing her other hand on my other shoulder. I could feel that she was kissing me, but I wasn't really registering it.
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<p class="MsoNormal">"Who are you?" I finally asked her.
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<p class="MsoNormal">"Who are you?" I finally asked her.</p>
 
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<p class="MsoNormal">"I'm Danielle." she said. "I'm exactly what you always wanted." As she said that, she did a subtle pose, as if presenting herself to me. She was strangely bubbly for somebody who killed everybody I knew.</p>
 
<p class="MsoNormal">"What are you?" I asked.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"I'm Danielle." she said. "I'm exactly what you always wanted." As she said that, she did a subtle pose, as if presenting herself to me. She was strangely bubbly for somebody who killed everybody I knew.
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<p class="MsoNormal">"I'm your dream girl. I'm everything you've always wanted in a woman." she said, placing herself on my bed. "You begged for love, and I gave it to you. You begged for a woman, and here I am. What's the problem?"</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"What are you?" I asked.
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<p class="MsoNormal">"The IP address... The fingerprints..." I tried to ask.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"I'm your dream girl. I'm everything you've always wanted in a woman." she said, placing herself on my bed. "You begged for love, and I gave it to you. You begged for a woman, and here I am. What's the problem?"
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<p class="MsoNormal">"Don't you get it, Danny? You wished for me, and here I am. LDM43, 'Love Daniel Morrison Forever'. I exist to love you, Danny. You just have to accept my love." she said. As she said that, she subtly unbuttoned one of her shirt buttons. I couldn't help but laugh at what she was telling me. I buried my face in my hands and resigned myself. She'd won. She'd gotten exactly what she wanted: to give me exactly what I wanted.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"The IP address... The fingerprints..." I tried to ask.
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<p class="MsoNormal">"Don't you get it, Danny? You wished for me, and here I am. LDM43, 'Love Daniel Morrison Forever'. I exist to love you, Danny. You just have to accept my love." she said. As she said that, she subtly unbuttoned one of her shirt buttons. I couldn't help but laugh at what she was telling me. I buried my face in my hands and resigned myself. She'd won. She'd gotten exactly what she wanted: to give me exactly what I wanted.
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<p class="MsoNormal">I awoke the next morning with a cloudy head. I could feel wetness all around me against my skin. I could see the color red. I sat up in bed and looked beside me. Laying next to me...</p>
 
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<p class="MsoNormal">...was HowToBasic.</p>
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