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Has anyone seen anything weird happening in the woods lately?

Also, Ukraine. I need to ask you something.

What are you doing Christmas Eve?

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I saw you in the woods.

Yeah, like months ago.

No. Last night.

I wasn't in the woods last night.

Really? Ten bucks says you're wrong.

You're making stuff up.

Check your shoes.

I take Prada for walks, of course there's dirt on my shoes, in my apartment.

You go for walks through mud?

He's a dog. He gets dirty. Is that so difficult to fathom?

I know what I saw.

Why would I go in the woods?

Why don't you tell me?

I don't have to, I have nothing to prove. You, however, seem adamant on getting me to believe I'm wandering into the woods in my free time. Why would I do that? And if I was, how does that affect you in any possible way? I don't know you. I don't want to know you. You think I can't see a play from a mile away?

Those woods are under my protection. I will find out why you're there.

Is this some kind of environmentalist thing? Or a possessive sociopath thing?

Maybe a little of both.

Whatever. I really don't care what your game is. But I'm not interested in you, so continue being a creeper, threatening me, whatever. Not like you can do anything.

Wait, you think---

No.

'No'?

No.

Then this is a professional creep job? Nothing personal, you just want to make me look crazy.

I don't have to try very hard.

You keep saying you know anything about me, but I've yet to see any proof. Besides some leaked info about what happened to me at homecoming.

You're running around the woods at night like you know what you're doing, and you've said some pretty weird stuff. I think I know enough to be suspicious.