I went out of the store yesterday, slippery, wet, ugly. Tired, I barely have my legs. Here the man is adjusted and, literally in the back, the breath follows me. By side-sighting, I see that he is healthy, you can't escape from this, and no one on the street. I was almost overwhelmed by fear. I turn around halfway, and this monster, seeing my shaken eyes, declares, “Girl, don’t be afraid, I’m just following in your footsteps. The shoes are new, I don’t want to get dirty.