I’m sitting here upset because I remembered a sad incident.
When I was about 15, I was walking home, and some strange guy with a metal pipe was following me. I turned around and shouted:
— Are you following me?
And he said:
— Who the fuck needs you?
A new type of maniac, he hurts in a different way. Emotional way...
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