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Sep 2018
I fell disgusted as I fell a hand on my buttons.
In my town, this is no strange.
But today was different because the hand in my private place wasn't a big one but a small innocent hand of a 10-year-old smiling at me while still touching me.
And trust me, that touch was not in a childish way.
Sadly is not the first time that happens.
Ann Marie Peña
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Ann Marie Peña  17/F/Dominican Republic
(17/F/Dominican Republic)   
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