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Enjoy the show. And the I was a teenager in the 90s and on this particular night I found myself stuck downtown.

It was around midnight when I finally found a semi-well-lit bus stop.

I looked at the bus schedule and realized I may have missed the last bus of the night,

unless it was late. I decided to wait on the bench.

Moments later, a tall man walked up and sat right next to me. There was plenty of

space to sit elsewhere for him, but he huddled up nice and close.

He was wearing all black, including a black leather jacket.

He started making smooth conversation with me, and I finally looked over at him.

He was very tan, had shiny, wavy black hair and orange eyes, like bright hazel orange, snake-like bright hazel-orange, snake-like-looking eyes, which contrasted with his dark features and clothes.

He really looked like the devil in person.

He took off his leather jacket and laid it across my lap to quote unquote keep me warm.

I took it off and handed it back to him and said no thanks.

He kept draping it back on my lap.

I looked around for other people and only saw a passed out homeless person sleeping on a bench.

He was trying to coerce me into getting a ride with him because it's too late and he is worried about me.

Plus my bus isn't coming and I'm not safe.

I said no, my bus should be here any minute.

In my mind I didn't know if the bus would be here at all.

The streets were dead and dark and I was scared to leave the only spot that was well lit.

After what seemed like an eternity, my bus finally came.

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