Okay. This'll probably something I'll be writing for a while.
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Part 1: The Jean Stalker
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So, I was trying on jeans a few weeks back. There were a few other people in there too. I was trying on jeans, and I went to look in the full body mirror. When I opened the door, there was a woman just staring me down. It made me really uncomfortable.
So I go to the mirror, and in the reflection, I can see her staring me down.
Probably looking at my butt.
And the jeans for fine so me and my mom leave the dressing rooms. As we walked out, the woman still stared at me. To this day, I'm frightened of dressing rooms.
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