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I don't care if "not all men are like that", or, Why I assume the worst

It's sunny here, and this afternoon found me out by the river, choosing a patch of grass near a tree and sitting down to read. As I did so, I took note of the two men hanging out nearby—safe, ordinary guys, I thought. Just two friends enjoying the sunshine like everyone else. Even so, I took the scarf from my…