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19h
A man stands on the side of the road
eyeing you on your walk home from work.
You've been here before.
He whistles.
"Hey, pretty lady!
What's a sweet thing like you
doing out so late?"
Walk faster.
Keep your eyes on the ground.
Maybe if you pretend you don't hear him
he'll leave you alone.
Cyndi Allens
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Cyndi Allens  15/F
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