my story about sexual harassment
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Do you know how it felt when i was there with you sitting under concrete at the couch on that day. Do you know how it felt when you were saying those things about me and how I look.
Picture Have to get his picture don’t know his name never seen him before today He needs to be punished They won’t put in the effort without a name
He told me I was “pretty” as he brushed my bangs back. He told me I should be “his” as he wrapped his arm around me tightly. Cute, right?