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“Welcome, John Doe

You have 1 new message(s).”

The sole entrant in your inbox is Katie. Your heart starts to ache like its pumping gravel, and a pint of sweat seems to appear on your brow all at once.

After a slight fumble, you open Katie’s e-mail.

“Dear SA,

R U 4 real? Meet me in front of the statue at 4 2morrow. I want 2 C what kind of guy sends a letter like this. U sure u r not sum creep?

Katie Christmas.”

Er, wow. That was direct, and she did say she’d meet you, but, reading it over for the third and fourth time, are you really sure you want to meet her?