That Girl
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"HEY MAN BACK OFF WHAT HAS SHE EVER DONE TO YOU!!?" I yell as I pin him to the wall.
He is able to let go of my grasp and puts his hands up in defense. "Woah dude chill, were just having a little fun right guys" I look around and see all the guys in his group snicker and nod there heads.
When I look over to the helpless girl on the floor crying with her knees tucked into her chest, something in side me snaps.
"Well the fun is over. Leave now or else" I threaten.
"Or else what" he says while walking up to me. His group behind him.
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