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That FB Stalker Experience

** this is a story based on true events. the names, locations and conversation have been altered to hide the identity of the individual **
"OMG!!  Danny!!  How are you?", can be heard from behind me while I wait in the long ass line at Chipotle.
I turn to see a girl smiling and uberly excited to see someone -- either me or the person in front of me whose name just so happens to be Danny. How cooincidental.
"Danny Bart!!  How are you?"
Well thats not coincidence, is it?? How many other Danny Bart's are there standing in line next to each other at Chipotles....
"Heyyyy", I say. Feeling really really uncomfortable at this first exchange. Who the fuck is this person? I start to panic internally. My mind moving at lightning speeds thinking of who this person is and how does she know me.  Is it Rose's friend?  Did i goto school with this person? Does she know my Mom? Are we grammar school friends? Does she read my blog?
and without me saying much more than &q…
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