I spend my free time creeping your social networking pages. Sometimes I skimp over them with no real level of insight, waiting for something to catch my eye like sexy pics, or secret poetry. Other times I pick a random person and build a full profile branching from simple ideas like what types of electronics this person will buy to deep ideas on their philosphy in life. I am a creep, a fifth business in the play of your life, an errant reverberation of your soul. No one can hear what I have to say about you and you don't know who I am.
I found this on one of my creeping missions
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