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Maggy's point of view:
-"Where we are going?" I asked with a voice full of worries and anxiety. was it a good idea to go with him? He didn't answer me...His eyes are all the time on the road, sometimes an old man looks at me from the mirror.
His gaze travels to me more and more often. I began to feel somehow unsafe. With this feeling, my hands tried to hug me and cover my body from his eyes. Sus's dress doesn't help me at all. It shows my body more than I wish... That confidence which I had when I went to the club is far away what I feel now. What if he is some of old creeper or raper or even worse...one of a psychopath. His look is strange... Nobody is wearing that cap on nowadays, well not in his age...at least not in a city, well maybe in a village, in Texas...
Hmm, how psychopath looks? I heard that they look like normal people, maybe one of those quiet persons... You know, those men with glasses and a kind smile, who are slim, and not physically st
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