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Tyler is here.

We met yesterday.

Just as perfect, if not more perfect, in person.

He told me he was relieved to be away from the man.

I stayed at his house.

Things went great.

I woke up at around 4:30 a.m to Tyler looking out the window feverishly. I asked him what he was doing.

“He’s out there. He’s out there, Siara. I saw him.” he said.

You saw him? I asked

“Yes. He was looking in the window. He was standing right here.” he said not taking his eyes from the outside world.

Where? I asked making my way to the window.

“Right here,” he said touching the glass. “His face was almost touching the window.”

Tyler… Your house is two stories high… There’s no way.

“His face was almost touching the window,” he repeated. “Right here.”