The kid grinned as he grabbed a Ken doll. The doll wore a loose T-shirt and jeans, and was barefoot. The kid grinned as he rubbed between the legs, as if feeling Ken's crotch, and looked down at you. His hand reached out.
You scurried away, a futile effort to avoid his hand, which clamped down and lifted you high. Eventually you were level with his other hand, and you noticed you were about the size of the doll.
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