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by portialin

by portialin

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stranger: what are you doing here at night?

joanne: um, i could ask you the same thing.

stranger: but you're younger than me.

joanne: how would you know? you look like you're 14.

stranger: hey! just 'cause i'm short, doesn't mean i'm 14. for your information, i am 19.

joanne: oh. i'm 17.

stranger: so, why are you here, alone on a park bench at 2 am? it's dangerous.

joanne: ...why, yes. yes, it is. [scooches to the edge of the bench]

stranger: [throws head back and laughes] i'm not a creep, don't worry. well, actually, do worry, because you don't know me, so this wouldn't exactly be safe in your parents' eyes.

joanne: fuck my parents.

stranger: ah, that's why you're out here.

joanne: i just wanted to get away...

stranger: ...i'm lark.