IT was his hair that gave him away. A few strands tickled my calves, which made me turn to see a young boy who was probably about 13 crouched behind me.
I immediately knew what he was doing: trying to peek up my skirt. The moment he knew he was caught, he bolted. I ran after him and managed to conk him with my handbag.
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