Title: Opcional

Text: Sometimes, when I'm walking home on my own at night, I think about what it would be like to stalk silently behind men, my feet soft and easy on the pavement, a quick flash of my shadow under the street lights. How I'd watch the whites of their eyes shine as they turned to look behind them - softly, quietly, can't be too obvious - see the glisten of sweat on the back of their necks. Cada párrafo será una prueba.

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