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That left me alone with John, and right then he was a very unhappy John. “Why didn’t you tell me he approached you at the library?” he angrily asked me.
“It wasn’t important until somebody decided to rearrange my apartment without my permission,” I countered.
John looked me over like I was a fragile doll; this dolly wasn’t happy to be treated like a plastic toy thing. “What did he do to you there? Did he try to hurt you?”
I shot up, turned around and glared at him. “Of course he really hurt me. Can’t you see my invisible casts?” I gestured down to myself, and had to admit the casts were in a nice shade of invisibility. “Besides, it’s not like he was waiting out there for me. We just bumped into each other.”
“You just happened to bump into a guy who has a reputation as a stal
