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Originally Posted by roachboy
my ex-wife and i were still awake and still drinking and it was 5:30 am. we were still awake and still drinking at 5:30 am at some terribly white cafe at neat chatelet in paris. somewhere along the way we had acquired a couple of drinking compatriots. they were two, i dont really remember much else. i think we had lurched from place to place in their company for some hours.
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convinced that he was pursuing her, she ran as fast as she could down a series of streets she did not know.
eventually she found a metro stop.
m had recurrent phases of agrophobia.
they came, they went.
sometimes with an obvious cause, sometimes not.
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Woah! That is quite fucked up, my friend. Not to sound like an asshole but that'll teach her not to mindlessly follow strangers around. She should've been more confident and independent. But I guess its not her fault. You never know how you'll react in weird situations like that.
I wonder how many of these "european psycho preying on tourists" stories there are out there. Makes you wonder about movies like hostel...