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THAT NIGHT a man in a muscle shirt approached me. He told me I was cute, that I looked lonely and sad. I told him I was going to be a famous artist. He talked about his appearance in a gay porn, his ass on the sleeve of a fag rag. I told him how nice it was to draw naked people. THAT NIGHT a halitosis-homo noticed I was cold. He came up behind me to hold me. This repulsed me. I flounced to face him, but the stench of his squawk was akin to a sewer. For a second I thought he was a friend. Then he began to massage and molest me. THAT NIGHT a large, blond man in glasses followed me into the restroom. He was watching me all night. HE SAID HELLO as the door to the stall swung open. I said hello back and quickly exited. He followed me into the restroom the previous week as well. I vanished then. Will always vanish. THAT NIGHT a man danced with me. He was muscular, tall, and unctuous. He ground into me with his hips and gazed lasciviously into my eyes. He announced he wanted to dig me out. I laughed out loud.
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