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A few years ago when I was 17 or 18, this old guy working at one of the local junkyards was always really nice to me and even gave me discounts. I just assumed he was a cool guy, until one day as I was already in the parking lot getting ready to leave, he ran out after me and handed me a really creepy letter he wrote to me.
After that, I haven't gone back there for at least a year. Luckily I don't think he works there anymore.
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