I don't know what to feel about strangers.
On one side, everyone is a stranger until you know them.
On the other, the stranger could be a fakey miss fakey, a mr.jerky miss jerky (I mean by like being mean, not the other thing), or a serial killer. The possibilities are endless.
Stranger danger, stranger danger!
But if I meet someone who I don't talk to because I'm scared of who they really are, then how do you know if they end up being like your future best friend or you future lover? *wiggles eyebrows suggestively*.
But seriously, you don't know. That's what scares me, the possibility that they might end up being someone that you didn't think they were.
Now that I got that out of the way, we can now be friends!!!
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