Thursday, July 20, 2017
I remember you. You tried to terrify a twelve year-old girl who was smitten with you into sending you nude selfies.
We all saw the texts.
Your father, naturally, defended you by denying any wrongdoing and bullied her mother into moving away.
You disappeared too, for a time. But now I see you’re back, working alongside your father in the same market, at the same stall where it all first went down.
You’d be 20 now. You look the same. Slightly bigger, maybe. But big enough for anyone to not hold back if you’re ever stupid enough to try it again.