I think I'm being followed.
It's a white van. It's a pizza van, actually. It has the name of the pizza company on the side -- it's called "All Tomorrow's Pizzas," cute, real cute. But it's been following me, I know that. I turned left three times and so did the van.
I need to find a way to lose it. I'm not going to get trapped by a gang of proxies.
I'm not going to die. Not tonight.
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