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"I'm looking for a man," I said, reaching for my phone. I swiped across the screen and clicked straight on the email. I had looked at the contents at least five times. "I'm sure you're familiar with this name and the picture," I said, sliding the phone over to him.
For a brief moment, he looked skeptical. However, after my little sermon, there was no way he was going to doubt me. Men like this hated predators the most—the self-righteous, stiff-necked kind. The one who was holding onto my shipment was the man in question.
Slowly, he stood up and then sat back down once more. One of his large hands reached up and began rubbing at his buzz cut, ruffling the short hair. Eventually, he leaned back into his chair, eyes wide and full of horror, as he began to scroll. Of course, ther
