Peggy Parsons deals with sexual harassment on the road. He mis-interprets my laughter, and leans in and backs me against the bus. "Because I have always wanted to have a sweet white babydoll like you..." His breath is sour and hot. I put a hand squarely on his sternum and give him a gentle push back. I pull myself to my full height and give him my very best withering glare - eye to eye.
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