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Once, we were cheer leading in the Quad Cities and stopped at the mall, and young man was following me, eyeing me, so I ran

I was afraid I was going to be raped.

I think I went to a restaurant, into the women's restroom.

Aunt Kathy found me, asked me why I did that.

Early anxiety.


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