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Taylor Swift and Selena Gomez are Stalking Me
Imagine it’s Sunday morning, your perfect boyfriend just woke up in the comfy apartment you own together in Manhattan, NYC. You were just making some breakfast when you see him stirring in the bed, and snap a quick picture before he turns at the noise of your camera and smiles at you. He rushes down to wrap you in a big, warm hug and begins to make some coffee.
or you walk into your apartment and you look up and see that extra foot hanging off the bed and you realize he’s cheating on you and your run up there and beat the shit out of both of them