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Sweat immediately began to roll down my forehead as I looked down at the man that was holding on to my hand as if his life depended on it. I tried to brush it off with an awkward laugh but he didn't let go of my hand even relaxing his grip just a little bit and I became more worried as I stared into his eyes and finally asked him verbally to let go of my hand.

It was almost as if he had been abruptly woken up from a sudden sleep as he began to blink his eyes rapidly and he finally let go of my hand,...