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It was kind of funny, ignorance was truly bliss. When got home and saw my phone in shambles, I was struck with an immediate sadness what I had done. I kneeled over it and tenderly put the device back together, all the while cursing myself for taking my frustration out on a device I had usually taken such care of. To my relief, the loading screen blazed to life with color, but my elation turned to dread when the rolling barrage of photos was spooling past the screen. One after another was pushed past as my phone received them and they were places I had been before. I grew nauseous, watching as each photo was of a place closer and closer to where I lived. I could no longer deny it, I was truly being hunted by someone. Another text came while I was looking at the pictures and I had nearly dropped my phone when I saw it was a shot of the front of my college today. 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