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Jan 2014
sitting in a bar by yourself
he walks up to you
"is anyone sitting here?"
you tell him no and he sits down
he makes small talk
"this weather is terrible"
you laugh at his jokes
hoping he will leave you alone
"let me buy you a drink"
sure, just cause it's free
he gets closer to you
you're too uncomfortable to move
his hand moves to your leg
"let's go dance"
you tell him you aren't the type
and he smiles and reassures you
you go for one dance
then go back to the bar
"let's get out of here"
Breanna Legleiter
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