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I've since limited my contact with Rachel, and it's been a huge relief. But sometimes, I still get anxious about running into her or getting a weird message from her.
Things escalated fast. She started showing up at places she knew I’d be—the coffee shop near my work, the gas station by my apartment. At first, I told myself it was coincidence. Then she sent me a photo of my car in the parking lot with a winky face.