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Staring like I’m a tennis match

By October 10, 2016No Comments

Broad daylight, parking lot next to a supermarket. Man, at least ten years older than me, alone, with a shopping bag, stops and stares at me. Like I’m a tennis match, just walking by. I have to walk past him to enter the supermarket and he doesn’t move, just staring. After I pass, he says “Would you just look at that ass. Mmm!” I have to fight the urge to turn around and yell at him. No one else seems to have heard him. I keep walking, with a lump in my throat.

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