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Skyla I was staring at that man in confusion. Maybe he is a relative of this little girl, I thought. He said in a hard tone, "Didn't I tell you not to trust strangers? Why did you sit with someone like her, Beth?" That person was looking at me with a cold expression on his face. I looked at him with a frown. What does he mean by someone like me? Did we meet somewhere? I could not possibly remember him. It was hard for me to read his face and the way he was looking at me felt as if he knows me. I decided to leave him by himself. I am tired of proving myself to the world in my past, and now I don't desire to prove myself innocent in front of everyone. I let them judge me as much as they want. It is better than this way. I heard the little girl Beth said, "But uncle, I was bored there.