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  • I wrote about Jessica a few times on my blog. I wrote stories that I probably shouldn't have. There's something wrong with me. I can't help but do stupid things like this.

    "I'd also like to interview you about our relationship... If you want."

    I told her we'd get to that and mix this Fort Road story with our story. I didn't think this would make her that uncomfortable. But maybe she's more private and reserved than I thought.

    I guess I don't know her all that well. We've only seen each other a handful of times in the past 3 years. I wonder if she hates this what I'm writing right now. I wonder if this will become something nice for her or if she'd rather I just delete all the words. I'm sure she'll let me know.

    I kept looking to her, on Fort Road. Seeing if she was okay. Seeing if she was getting kidnapped or stabbed. She was never getting kidnapped or stabbed. And if she were she'd probably handle it better than I would. Plus, there were cops there.
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