Summer camp. We were 12. One boy followed me around for hours, talking non-stop. Would not go away. I went into the girls' bathroom, left him waiting outside, and I sneaked out the door on the other side. I found my friend Terry and asked him to hide me from the guy. I told him I could kill the guy, but then they'd send me home. Terry turned to his friend J and told him to hang out with me and tell the other kid to buzz of if he showed up again. J and I got married 17 years later.
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