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I was at Walmart the other day when I saw Kevin R. Nash, I'm not sure what he was doing there, but he seemed to be looking for something. I tried to avoid him, but he suddenly turned and looked at me. His eyes were cold and lifeless, like a doll's. I tried to walk away, but he followed me. I could feel his eyes on me, boring into the back of my head. I quickened my pace, but he matched it. I was about to turn and run when he suddenly grabbed my arm. His grip was like iron. I tried to pull away, but I couldn't. He stared at me with those cold, dead eyes and said, "I know what you did." I didn't know what he was talking about, but I could see the madness in his eyes. I tried to pull away again, but he tightened his grip. I could feel his fingers digging into my skin. I was about to scream when he gave me a sly grin then suddenly let go and walked away, chuckling to himself. I turned and ran the other way, not looking back. I don't know what he was talking about, but I know I never want to see him again.
