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To discover the exact location of a 'thing' is a simple matter of factual research. To discover the exact location of a person: where to locate the self?
Few secrets can escape an investigator who has opportunityand liceense to undertake such a quest and skill to follow it up.
Okay, to be fair, I had tried to Google-stalk him. But Google-stalking is a far cry from having your demonblood best friend park his vampmobile across the and use his x-ray vamp vision to spy into someone's house. That's just rude.
his son in Paris and left a message with
A missle lost Unprogrammed
beheld, she sends again and again. So far
That was when I realized I was leaving my footprints all around the room. The soles of my feet were covered with blood. While continuing to move around, I carefully examined the prints. Suddenly I felt like laughing. They were dance steps. The footprints of St. Vitus. Footprints leading nowhere.
Some friends leave footprints in your heart
Now to find Tristan, if he survived the excitement. I hope he did. I have some things to say to him, and none of them are 'Goddess bless'.
-Numair Salmalin
A gathering nimbus obscured the sun's light and out from the gathered clouds looped and coiled the guardian of the avian world. With a trail of inferno in her wake, it was Alicanto
I love to stalk. I love to stalk you real, real good. I took your name home after our date and we had the best Google session of my life.
Creating a trail of things i wasn't able to tell you
I didn't find you .. I just got tripped in your destiny ...
The trace left behind is substituted for the practice. It exhibits the (voracious) property that the geographical system has of being able to transform action into legibility, but in doing so it causes a way of being in the world to be forgotten.
know where he is.
Make sure your not followed! Don't go anywhere
Run from me, Grier Hadley, and I'll follow. I'll track you down and find you.
I got discovered off of YouTube.
Tell me whom you haunt and I'll tell you who you are.
The unknown is my compass
Tina Blackstone,
You're chasing him, but who's chasing you?
closed behind Anne
Magic always leaves traces...
I never wanted you lost, Em, only to find me.
Footprints are an amazing thing, even the ones you can't see. They make you wonder who's walked right where you're walking. Who's travelled this same path? What were their concerns? Who did they love? Are they still alive?
I desire to know wherefore I am banished?
Whatever follows the "I am" will eventually find you.
I found Spotted Tail's lodge. He invited me to enter.
I once was lost, but now am found,
If you would know my path and follow in its way, then know the land about, both track and willage, in its bridge and in its drownings. Know the outcast rat-shacks, relic stones and gill-halls. Mark each path above and know the underpath below, its secret way from vault to treasure hole.' My
I'll always find you, Zane
Make a drawing. Start it all over again, trace it. Start it and trace it again.
I hope that if I ever disappear, people don't look for me based on the last websites I visited. Kind of an awkward press conference for my parents. Officer, do you have any leads? Well, based on Mr. Finnegan's computer entries, we think he was abducted by Sorority Sluts.
That's because your new tracker couldn't find his own dick in the dark.
been a signature
I could go to a dozen houses, scrape away the dirt, and find his footprints, but my own prints evaporated before I ever looked back.
You have to get lost before you can be found.
Catholicism has you tracked and trailed for life
If you find me, take me home.
The planet is sending out two unmanned craft
to determine what you did to me
I am requesting a copy
of their findings
which I would send to you
if I had your address
or any stamps.
As lost as I get, I will find you, Heather. Always - Dante
So you want me to track down a supernaturally fast sniper who can disappear into thin air, retrieve your maps, and do it so nobody finds out what I'm doing or why?'
'Exactly.'
I sighed. 'I'll get the paperwork.
It is the narrow, hidden tracks that lead back to our lost homeland, what contains the solution to the last mysteries is not the ugly scar that life's rasp leaves on us, but the fine, almost invisible writing that is engraved on our body.
This is me being ridiculously stalking someone.
Criminals in a hurry are always the easiest to trace, Lundstr
Is that Eduardo Lucas of Godolphin Street?" "Yes." "You will not see him." "Why not?" "He was murdered in his house last night." My friend has so often astonished me in the course of our adventures that it was with a sense of exultation that I realized how completely I had astonished him.
Who put these fingerprints on my imagination?
I clearly was not cut out for undercover work; we hadn't even gone two blocks before Trace realized he had a tail.
Cyberspace or the Abyss of social media has no hiding place that technology cannot find anyone who seeks to hide their identity... so be careful what you say it may hunt and haunt you forever in the real world.
Bishop's brows went up. "Okay, fine. Yes, I followed you here. Better?"
"Yes. Stalkery, but better."
"I'm not stalking you."
"Spoken like a true stalker."
Bishop and Samantha, page 79
The more that you follow me, the more I get lost
You're stalking me?"
"I'd prefer to call it actively pursuing you.
I left my mark on that man.
A lost trail always extends beyond the evidence, and even the trails we find are only fragments of the trails that lie beyond our comprehension.
For tyme y-lost may not recovered be.
Abscond - to move in a mysterious way, commonly with the property of another.
Beyond the Indian hamlet, upon a forlorn strand, I happened on a trail of recent footprints.
Each of us bears the imprint of a friend met along the way; In each the trace of each.
On the streets of the city They have taken my Who-I-Am As well as my What-I-Was And now I am desperate for them both Again
I spent a lot of my life - 20 years of it - in war, training army trackers and commanding a tracker unit, and then in the Game Department, tracking lions and elephants and poachers. So I've spent literally thousands of hours tracking people or animals, and training others to do it.
Will you stop calling it 'stalking'? That's such a harsh term. I prefer 'anonymous following.
The granted for taken.
I WILL FOLLOW ANYONE
AND THANK EVERYONE
WHO TRIES TO MAKE
A DIFFERENCE IN THE LIVES
OF VULNERABLE CIVILIANS
Now comes the mystery.
Good sleuthing takes practice
Messers Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs
Purveyors of Aids to magical Mischief-Makers
are proud to present
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We are anonymous.
We are legion.
We do not forgive.
We do not forget.
Expect us.
Finding you was the best thing that happened to me, Ren.
So are we stalking your ex-husband?"
"I'm a licensed private investigator," I said. "I'm licensed to stalk."
"Really?"
"In most cases."
"What about this case?"
"In this case," I said. "We're stalking the hell out of him.
I was caught before I even knew I was being hunted,
The person who did all of these things has gone away, vanished without a trace in the ecstasy of existence.
It is my purpose to disclose the mystery at once, and to ask you to look for your interest,
should you choose to go on with my chronicle,
simply in the conduct of my persons, during this disclosure to others.
Tracked the kits' trail and it met another. The heather was drenched with Tom's scent. Turtle Tail recognized it at once.
We all leave footprints as we journey through life
make sure yours are worth following.
I told you I'll always find you, but you have to want to be found. Let me find you, Catherine.
I am hunted by humans
A good tracker is interpreting all the time, from every little sign, you know? Not just interpreting the age of the tracks but also: Is it wounded? Is it hungry? A good tracker is interpreting a lot.
It's a secret. My previous best friend suspected, and now she's at the bottom of a well. (Not really. She's in Poland. I had nothing to do with it
There you are. I've been looking for you.
His first words to me - not a lie at all, not a threat to keep those faeries away.
Thank you for finding her for me.
After hours of work, they finally found an address through someone Jorge called "a friend of a friend of an enemy's enemy." By that time it was late and they all crashed for the night;
I am being stalked across the Web. And why is this happening? Pretty simple: It's huge business.
Trace listened to the story, but how could he get excited? Francis had no powers that would let him re-create a brush with death - particularly in the atmosphere of a commuting train, journeying through a sunny countryside where already, in the slum gardens, there were signs of harvest.
Fine, I'm a stalker, FINE.
Over the trackless past, somewhere, Lie the lost days of our tropic youth, Only regained by faith and prayer, Only recalled by prayer and plaint, Each lost day has its patron saint!
He found me, and whether he knew it or not, I was his, in a way.
You know what they say ...
Finders keepers.
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I'm just a stalker.
My name's Alis K. From now on you will be Willy. Come on, let's push the bicycles for a bit."
Ingrid aka 'Alis K'
The Informer
wandered. Such has been my common
NICOLE CULLEN Long Tom Lookout
You're a stalker with hooves."
"I am not! I followed her to the Big House and hid in a bush and watched the whole thing.
I'll find you. There is no place in this world you can hide from me. I'm watching.
Love, Dimitri
I am a dead man who wanders
registered nowhere
I am incognito; running away from scenes of the tested truths that I have so meticulously exacted before I am found guilty of the very things I have written.
Whatever follows 'I AM' will always come looking for you!-- Joel Osteen
My blood ran cold. Twenty yards away a hooded figure was crouching behind the oak tree, flashing a pinpoint light into the office where Walter and Lola did business.
Crap. What do I say?
"Hi, I followed you here."
Yeah, that's not super creepy and stalkerish at all.
Nope, time for plan B.
Mystery hovers over all things here below.
This man is my stalker, my terrorizer, my lover.