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  • She was harassing me. She was determined to grab me, possibly even harm me for what she wanted. So I did the only thing I could do. I ran.

    She was 3 feet of rage and determination. Me? 70 inches and 230 lbs. of coward. She screeched whilst chasing me as if she were a wild beast. She had more energy than I had and it was clear that she could pursue me all day long. I hid behind Arvie, because he'd know what to do with her. She was a hired beggar. It was India, that's what some children were relegated. I was sympathetic, but even I had a threshold. Arvie, a native of Pune, shooed her away.

    The rest of the group laughed at me as I mad faces at the girl, who seemed to get a kick out of scaring me. It was great to see her smile after watching her intense bloodshot eyes stalk me determined to get rupee by any means. She finally displayed signs of being a child. She liked peek-a-boo! She wasn't going to get a rupee, but maybe I can give her a smile. However an older man soon ran after the little girl and caught up to her.

    He grabbed her by the arm violently. She frowned prominently as the older man put his finger in her face. He scolded her viciously. Her eyes pointed to the ground in shame. The man used his finger, to lift her chin, only to rear back and slap her in the face. The girl didn't blink, she whipped her head around and stuck her finger in his face, matching his ferocity. The man slapped her again, this time she doubled back and walked away in shame.
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