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Without hesitation, I turned around.

Without the tights, I could only grab the collar of my dress with one hand and cover my chest with the other.

When the crowd saw my anger, they stopped their discussion.

And they, too, consciously opened up a path.

I stumbled along, walking on high heels, a little unsteady.

For a split-second, my tears sputtered down my face, wetting the front of my dress