Abstract image of sound waves like a heartbeat

911, what’s your emergency?

You’ve got to help me – I think I’m in love.

Sorry, sir, did you say love?

Love.

Sir, this is 911, what’s your emergency?

Love. It zaps you.

Like electricity.

This number’s for emergencies only, sir.

But this is an emergency, it won’t stop following me around.

Sir, are you saying you’re being stalked?

That’s why I called.

Are they there now?

It never leaves.

Are you being threatened?

In a way.

Where are they?

Well, inside me.

Inside you, sir?

Yes.

…are we still talking about love?

Yes! I need your help.

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