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hey, man. i’m here.
cool. Dial 0-0-8 then #
okay
come on up. apartment 2B
I hope I look OK. I shouldn’t have ridden my bike here. I probably smell. I shouldn’t take the elevator. He’ll think I’m out of shape or lazy. This is a nice building. Where are the stairs? Why don’t more people take the stairs?
I wonder if he’ll like me. Will he look like his photos? Will he be showered? Will his apartment be clean? Will he be clingy? Will he think I’m attractive? Will he have cats? Will we accidentally fall in love? Could I fall in love with someone I met on the internet at 10:34 P.M.? Could I admit that to my parents?
What apartment did he say? 2B. Um. That way. Why am I so scared? Here it is. Should I knock? Should I text so his neighbors don’t hear? I’m gonna knock.
Why am I always convinced that something bad is going to happen? I don’t hear anything. This isn’t good.
Will he rob me? Will he do something worse? Will he film me without telling me and post it on the internet? Will he give me a disease? Will he hurt me? Will he murder me? Will he fucking murder me?!?!? Oh god. I hear him. Oh no. Oh no. Oh. No.
He’s going to murder me. He really is. He’s going to get me naked then stab me in the neck and the stomach with a camping knife. He’s going to hold a cloth over my mouth and watch me struggle as I slowly bleed to death. He’s going to wrap my body in a conveniently placed tarp he has rolled up under the sleeper sofa. He’s going to leave my head exposed and stare at it all night. He’s going make an omelet in the morning and then cut off my face. He’s going to wear my face on his face and not even make a good Face/Off joke. He really, really is.
He’s going to murder me and then the last thing I will have done in life is ride my bike to some stranger’s apartment at 11:37 P.M. on a snowy night and the last words I will have written to someone will be some nasty shit about positions I like and getting my dick sucked and once they finally notice I’m missing my friends will know and my brothers will know and my parents will know and the world will know and all the good things I’ve ever done in life will be outweighed by this one act this one decision this one stupid mistake and everyone I love will be scarred for life and people who read about it will be horrified by my death for the first week but quickly turn it into a punchline and that’s my legacy now just a joke just a tragic fucking joke some loser who got murdered in a probably mid-century modern apartment who should have known better who probably fucking deserved it and fuck who will take care of my dog maybe Alex maybe my Dad I don’t know I should leave just get out now just run just jump off the balcony just something something something but but but but fuck it fuck it fuck it I’m here and it’s late and I’m horny and a man of my word so let’s just get it over with my will is in my lockbox and oh fuck too late oh no oh no oh no no no oh he’s cute like really cute at least he’s cute my murder is cute goodbye goodbye cruel world.
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