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Walking down the street at night, 
my dad would've been mad if he knew he had done it.
Done to me that I need to be scared of passers passing by.
Make up and looks might influence the look of drunk people but, 
ahead you know, 
I don't even choose make up dad.
I haven't chosen looks tight or free space on the stomach too.
Additionally it is cold.
My jacket even is going below my hips.
See when I tell you this, 
I was just bringing some bottles back.

From the side I noticed someone standing near.
I didn't even talked dad but just stepped back and looked down the ground or any other Spot I don't remember.
When the man noticed he said thank you often times.
"No one has ever done it to me in my life."
Such a simple thing, letting someone go first then making them wait.
Haven't I learned something by it dad? 
I also smiled slightly but kept it solide by not answering.
At the end when he looked away and went going again saying: "thank you"
I said quietly: "pleasure"
You know even at 14, I know.

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