gas station

Hailey M.

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I’m 16 and I live an hour or two out of Chicago, in a small town. One day in September I stopped in a gas station with my boyfriend, and a couple of older men whistled and stared at me from their pickup truck as I waited for my tank to fill up. I thought it was because I was wearing yoga pants. My boyfriend did nothing, and I drove off in uncomfortable silence.

Anne

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Recently, my sister was at a gas station, putting air in her tires. A man went up to her and said, “A little thing like you shouldn’t be pumping air.” My sister is a former Marine.