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I LURVE MYSELF.
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Wednesday, March 4, 2009 ( 9:45 PM )
Was in the train, on the way home.
I stood near the door. Beside me was this man. In his mid 20s. And I'm sure he's not local.
And so, the train was really crowded. I had to stand somewhat really close to him.
I was wearing this green beachy wear. Which was kinda low. I think you know which top I'm talking about. And so, I stood pretty close to him, so at times we had some contact. And then, I felt something 'standing'. I moved my eyes to that particular place, and I saw it, 'up'.
Ok, so I pretended not to see. I kept looking front. Then, suddenly, he let out this huge, heavy breath. Right at my left ear. And his eyes were all steamy, and stuff.
G.A.W.D. IT WAS UTTER GROSSNESS.
So fucking gross.
I think if there's nobody around, he'll wank to himself, or I might even get raped.
The way he looked at me, it was as if he'd wallop me any time.
FUCKING GROSS.
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