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>A girl. Japanese. Lives in Tokyo. She is 14, perhaps 15. She uses the train daily to go to school and return home. As she stands in the crowded train compartment one morning, she senses the hand of a stranger touching her hip. She is instantly uneasy; a bit confused. The hand then moves to her behind and begins to caress her. She feels her heart racing with fear; but is unable to protest, or ask for help. So many adult men in the train carriage, who would help her? In the crowd, she is unable to identify who is touching her. It is no small relief when her station arrives and she alights from the train, to make her way to school.
