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You walk into a bookstore, smile and whisper your first "hello." You choose books, and I can't take my eyes off you. You go to the register and hold out your credit card. You want me to know your name. Well, Guinevere Beck, nice to meet you Joe Goldberg. Better just Joe. Your name is a great start. Fortunately for us, there is only one Guinevere Beck in the world. Thanks to the Internet, I learned a lot about you, and even found your address. Your windows are not closed. I stand opposite and watch you. I come both during the day and at night. I have studied all your social media posts. I know all your favorite places and how your day goes. You are sitting at the next table in the company of friends. You get drunk and go to the subway. I save you when you fall right on the rails. We get into a taxi. And then you go up to your boyfriend's apartment. Beck, you don't need him. i want to have you I need YOU.