I don't really want to say it --- it would give to much away. It was two Summers ago though and I was wearing this white sun dress and this one girl and I had a confrontation and I yelled at her and I don't yell. I don't. I'm a soft-speaker, I'm soft-spoken. And when she walked away I ran until I got along this vacant lot and I felled down and screamed and then started sobbing.
And then this girl Hunter picked me up because she saw me there and she was so sweet, she took me to the Willow House and bought me a Coke and I didn't cry while she was there. Then she had to go and the person I had a confrontation with I generally got rides from so I walked home. I was in a really bad neighborhood and this old man came up to me and kept complimenting my breasts and my body and how nice it looked in that dress. After that I got picked up by this man in a car (oh why, why did I get in that car?) And he touched me breast. But dropped me off like he said he would.

Then I ran home and I never wore that dress again.

I have never been as sad as I was that night.

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