It is overwrought, longing, like a teenager, like a crazed fan, filled with the kind of fervour which insists the pop star looked at you from the stage. The letter arrives at the wrong house, the address he had put in my Uber app had only been an approximation. The letter is open by the time it gets to his mum. His mum reads it and calls the man I want to be with in a panic. She asks him, who the hell is writing a letter like this and sending it to me for you. She is afraid. She asks, how did this person get my address. She tells him to call the police. He tells her he has a stalker, it’s
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