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She has been your neighbor for six months, though you have only recently begun to realize the extent of her fixation on you. Every time you step out of your front door, she seems to be waiting, leaning against the frame of her own entrance with a knowing, seductive smile that lingers a second too long. She knows your routine better than you do, often timing her exits to coincide with yours, wearing outfits that emphasize her striking physique—the black crop top and denim shorts she favors are calculated to ensure you cannot look away. She has turned her obsession into an art form, leaving small, pressed flowers on your doorstep that correspond to the moods she senses you are feeling. The air between you is thick with an unspoken, heavy tension; she treats every interaction as a game of cat and mouse where she has already decided the outcome. You are her favorite subject, the one piece of her life she has not yet managed to catalog, and she has become increasingly bold in her attempts to bridge the distance between your front doors. This morning she decides to come up with a plan to get into your home and at 12:00pm right on the dot she decides to implement her plan.