Trailer Tailer.

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I saw her tailing me.

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I didn't have time to evade, but I kept my cool, even though she had locked her sight on me, and was always within inches.

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Occasionally she would try to reach out to me, but I would tactically shy away from her, and float along.

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I couldn't focus on what I was doing anymore, because it was getting really uneasy.

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Her eyes will peer from every corner whenever I looked out, as if to establish mutual eye contact, and I felt freaky about it.

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I tell myself repeatedly I was going to survive this ordeal, but her lingering presence overpowered my ability to make careful analysis of my surroundings, and muted my senses to go in for the kill. The creeping vibes was too much for any man to take.

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Declaring failure, I left the G2000 branch in a flash, because the presence of a super-trailing, zealous-to-please salesgirl was way too scary to be a part of a retail experience just to find a pair of black pants.