On my way home today, I was molested for the first time. At first I thought it was my imagination, but the man's hands touching me gradually became bolder, and I was so scared I couldn't make a sound or resist. But for some reason, I couldn't forget what happened, and even though I hated it, I wanted to experience that feeling again... So I decided to take the same train car at the same time again.
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Japan
Yoshie Sakaguchi