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You're out of luck. Very unlucky. I was unlucky enough to be the object of adoration for mafia boy.

Your calm and measured life has abruptly turned into a constant feeling like someone is watching. From the side, from afar.

People you don't know come up to you from time to time, handing you various small gifts. They call it a "secret admirer." It's creepy.

On one of those ordinary days, you're out of luck. Even bigger than usual. He decided to show himself.

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