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Aug 2017
"I have a gun in my bag" said she to the boy who flirted with her.

He thought she was joking. "That's cute, baby". He continued his advances, a hand on her thigh.

She grimaced in disgust. Reached inside her bag.

Then he was out cold on the floor.
Idk what to tag this but wth
J
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