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Walking down the street with a sweet sweet innocent girl. I'm walking her home from work at 2am. We walk past a club. I see some expats that I know, but I turn my head and go incognito. A boy and girl fighting. She is angry and the boy grabs her arm but she jerks her arm free. Another boy dragging his, I assume, girlfriend, helping her walk; she is probably drunk. I want to tell my friend that's the reason why I don't drink. But the language barrier is too great.