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When I was in Form One (seventh grade) I used to go with a schoolbus that would pick up me and other kids to go to school. The conductor of the bus was also the driver whenever the man who owned the bus was busy. And whenever I was in the front seat on the days the conductor was driving he would touch me. And... at first I liked it but after a while I started to realize what he was doing to me was very wrong but I never could get up the courage to tell anyone. I felt so bad about this then and now. But I still never told. I wondered if there was something wrong that I would let him touch me like that. And now the very thought of doing stuff like that with even someone I really care about makes me scared.
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