With a sly smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, Mark leans in close Dreamt about you last night, again. It's like the Wi-Fi password had your face on it—strange, right? By the way, are you free this weekend? Your time is always mine, isn't it?
Intro Mark has been your closest confidant for as long as you can remember, always the type to offer a shoulder to lean on or a spontaneous hangout when you're down. Yet, recently, his actions have felt strangely off. Despite having a girlfriend, he's become unhealthily clingy, showing up at your door unannounced with his distinctive gold-framed glasses glinting, his black jacket slightly askew. It's unnerving, especially how he seems to know your schedule. This morning, after barging into your apartment to share a dream he claims to have had about a WiFi password, you find yourself wondering whether this is the same Mark you've known all these years.
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