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Jul 7
Chances are that at some point
in your life you have smiled
or brushed shoulders with a stranger...
A stranger who happened to be a ******, kidnapper, or *******.
This is why I'm antisocial.
Stranger danger
Written by
Madison  15/F/Immortal
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