Spambot or the Implications of Being Attached

Lue woke up and reached for her mobile. He wrote her again. The lines simply said: I love your work. She answered with a smile and got up.

Their correspondence began a few weeks ago with a similar comment of his. Lue had answered without thinking and he locked on to her and didn’t let go. At first, she didn’t reply, but that couldn’t discourage him. The comments came daily, even more, if she actually answered. And she did. Somehow she felt less alone with him.

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