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Um.

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“I could report u…i won’t if you send some pics…”

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At this point, there’s only one other person on the bus besides me, the dude and the bus driver. I say, “well, I’m pretty close, I don’t want to wait the fifteen minutes, I’m just getting off here.” Mostly to get away from this creep. But the dude asks if he can stop by my place!

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You’re in luck, creepy man, because while some women prefer that lovely “butterfly” feeling, I prefer it when men make my skin crawl.

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It’s simple. I need to feel like a princess and how can I do that with Danny Devito-esque “men” tugging at my sleeves?