When I met the satyr

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Yesterday, it was a bad day to me. I met an old man in the bus, the worst thing was the old man was the satyr. This was my second time to met him on the bus,I think he forgot me.and he walked and closed to me. When the bus was going, he touched my arm by his leg and then crowded. A hateful man, satyr, I hit him by my elbow in all my strength,he looked at me and then he turned round his nasty face. I found he still was trying to crowd and touch me and my arm by his leg.(Here I must explain, I was siting on the chair, but he was standing by me.) My god, satyr, I wanted to shout, but at last I did not do it. I did it in last time, but nobody help me. So I took my little scissors out, I always kept it in my bag for seft-protection. I showed the scissors and shaking in front of him, I planed to stab him. Suddenly, I found he saw it, saw the scissors, I can feel strongly. At that time, when the bus stoped, he jumped and run down. I knew I won, the satyr was scared. But, but I feel sad, not happy till now. I hope I can be protected, but. What I can do is to protect myself.