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The Digital Stalker

Koan #34

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him following us at a distance, trying to act as though he is just strolling through the store. I’m afraid to make eye contact but can’t resist. He flashes a smile, more wolf-like than friendly. I manage a weak nod.

I whisper to my wife, “I think we have a stalker.” She nods and we pick up our pace but it’s no use. Our tail is too skilled and…