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To all my ladies who see those walking Red Flags as a pretty shade of pink� repeat after me, only when the men are fictional.
A hot as hell man walks in through my second story balcony. Strolls through my apartment with a confidence I can only dream of having. Flashes me a glimpse of his gun. Then settles in to eat my popcorn. And� is he humming? Sweet Mother Mary, he’s humming.
“What’s his name?� His voice is still quiet, but it’s also different. A little menacing. “Wh-whose name?� His head tilts, and it reminds me of the nature channel when they show a wild animal stalking its prey. “The man who laid his hands on you. Tell me his name.�
“You’re such a prick.� King shrugs a massive shoulder. “Says the stalker to the madman.�
“Dude.� King sounds exasperated. “Seriously, man, this woman has got you unhinged.�
