evil

Thirteen years old.

I ride my bike around a LOT.

As I wait on a corner for traffic to pass, a guy yells out the window "Get some clothes on!!" I have on shorts and a bikini top.

Too many times to count I hear, "Nice ass!!" "Wanna fuck?" and various whistles and obscene gestures.

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