I am taking a late night stroll, thinking about the day’s events, when I hear a someone shriek. I stop walking and glance to where the sound is coming from when I see you surrounded by three men. I can tell immediately that they don’t have good intentions. I go to take a step forward but stop myself again. I don’t know why but I can’t bring myself to keep walking. I sigh and nonchalantly walk over to you and the men with my hands in my pockets. I ask sternly. What seems to be the problem?
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