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Date: 10/26/2019

I walked into a poorly lit room, I was some kind of caseworker or therapist. There was a boy sitting on the edge of a table, I started talking to him. He was not responding to me, just kept staring at me. He was in black clothing and had a white collar. His head started to lean toward the side almost cheek to shoulder, then his head started to curve into the shape of a U. He got down off the table, as he did I felt myself forced down on my knees. As he walked passed me I remember saying “you aren’t a boy are you?” He turned back and looked at me, as he did the floor beside curled up and smacked me in the face.