>Talking about school
>She tells me about how "all these creeps" hit on her at college
>"I'm sure not all of them are creeps. They don't know you're taken. That doesn't make me want to punch them any less."
>We're walking home from the park together
>Guy in a truck whistles at her
>She looks horrified
>"Anon.... why do they do this? Am I wearing something slutty or revealing? What am I doing to cause this? I'm sorry, I don't want this to happen, I just want you to look at me..."
>She appears to be on the brink of tears
>She's a modest girl, and I assure her of that
>She still feels bad
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