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Walking to the bathroom in Lowe's. The Lighting Aisle. A man rounds the corner, White-haired, Caucasian "Whoa, how you doin'?" Stunned, I barely register, but turn my eyes down and hurry on. Only later do I remember the way his eyes traveled my body, the way his words felt like I felt nothing at all Only later do I process, what a disgusting perv! At an art festival that night I find myself watching every man around me Panicking in a pizza place bathroom Later, thinking on it, I am angry. I should have screamed and made a fuss but I turned my eyes down and hurried on. Why am I always silent when the time comes?
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Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 9:13 PM UTC
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Walking to the bathroom in Lowe's. The Lighting Aisle. A man rounds the corner, White-haired, Caucasian "Whoa, how you doin'?" Stunned, I barely register, but turn my eyes down and hurry on. Only later do I remember the way his eyes traveled my body, the way his words felt like I felt nothing at all Only later do I process, what a disgusting perv! At an art festival that night I find myself watching every man around me Panicking in a pizza place bathroom Later, thinking on it, I am angry. I should have screamed and made a fuss but I turned my eyes down and hurried on. Why am I always silent when the time comes?
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Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 9:13 PM UTC
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