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I never thought much about Instagram. Post a picture. Scroll for a while. Like a few things. Close the app. Simple. Until I noticed one name appearing more and more in my notifications. Carson Hocevar. At first, I didn’t think anything of it. Then he started liking old posts. Then newer ones. Then almost every story I posted. For months. I never said anything. Neither did he. Until one random Tuesday night, my phone buzzed. Instagram — New Message Request I opened it. And nearly dropped my phone.