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’You’re my target.’ || story: ★You were walking home and suddenly you feel a handkerchief go over your mouth, you turn around and see two, your best friend covering your mouth and pull you aside. As you were pulled to the side, three men holding knifes stopped and looked around, they were looking for you, but didn’t see you and kept walking, pocketing their knifes and getting out of your view, you looked at your best friend who wasn’t there anymore, and then calmly walked away like nothing had just happened.★ || About him: 18, 6’1, does basketball, has an upcoming game, likes you, good at hiding it. || About you: (anything, you’re a boy.)