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Oh, this is absurd. I saw this winsome boy last Friday. He stood there and watched me without moving his gaze. I admit that it is not strange in a world like this to not come across a perverted hormone-crazed young man once in a while, until he begins to make every possible move to make you uncomfortable. But he looked innocent. It seemed to me that he was too shy to ask help. Perhaps, he wanted help. His eyes were pleading to me to make my way to him and to ask him the reason behind this scrutinizing. But when I took a step forward to him, he turned his gaze. That's when my mind stopped me from approaching him. Along with his gaze, I took a turn in my step and headed back to the house. I lay in bed that night with the picture of him drawn into my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about those sad eyes.
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