98 The red rose man's help (2)

I was in a bad mood, so I ignored him because I knew I'd definitely blew up if I catered to his creepy text. 

But then, he suddenly texted me again with a question.

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xx: You don't seem to be in a good mood today. Can I help you with something, my dear?

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I scoffed mirthlessly. This man still had some nerve to ask why am I not in a good mood. Did he actually think that trespassing my house, giving my grandma random food, and giving me roses like a creep would actually make me a happy girl? What kind of twisted fantasy he lived in?

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Emmy: What kind of help a creep like you can do? Sneaking into my room? 

Emmy: Just go away and don't chat with me anymore!

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I pressed send. I didn't have time to play with him while I was still busy with this problem. I really needed to find a way to get those drugs.