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2:15 a.m.

I remember when I saw ███████ taking pictures, I was suspicious of her, so, I told her not to do it.

When she replied, "She just wanted to show her kids", I was embarrassed. I felt terrible thinking I was being nasty to such an innocent person.

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This has led to me being the way that I am. In a way, I am happy. I feel safe. I am relatively better performing. It is like I am in a war. This comes with a double edge.

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The question I have burning within me is simply: "How am I supposed to know that?"

"How am I supposed to know that, ███████? How am I supposed to know you are just showing your kids?"

I think the answer is simpler: I do not know. I do not trust her.

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