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I was alone in his office hours and he was explaining how he knew a guy who lived in the same city and a guy who made sex dolls. He said the guy could even make a sex doll out of someone’s picture, then laughed and said, “So I can put you in my closet or something. Or Madonna.” I left office hours, my hands in Trembling, I just sat on the steps of the building for 20 minutes.I don’t know what to do Edit: I think I’m going to delete all my photos from the internet
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