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Hey Naych. Similarly to you, I was with a young child - my neighbour's 4 year old daughter, Megan. They were paying me minimum wage back in high school to babysit on Fridays while they went out. Their marriage wouldn't last, but that's not relevant to the story. We were sitting in their living room, watching one of those Nickelodeon sitcoms when I heard a noise come from upstairs. I told Megan to stay put while I checked it out. Turns out, someone had thrown a big rock in through one of the bedroom windows as a distraction. When I got back downstairs, I saw Keane crouched over Megan's mutliated corpse, covered in blood. He took a moment to savour his handiwork, then dashed off out the front door. It took me years of therapy to help calm the PTSD and anxiety disorder I got from that experience. I can only hope to re-open the case with the local police force and have that sick bastard thrown behind bars for the rest of his life.

I met Keane 3 years ago. I got roped into watching my 3 month old niece while my brother got his hair cut. So there I am, sitting in the waiting area of a barbershop with my niece, and who walks in but Charismatic Keane himself. I was nervous as ♥♥♥♥, and just kept looking at him as he was sitting there with his phone and vaping, but was too scared to say anything to him. Pretty soon my niece started crying, and I’m trying to quiet her down because I didn’t want her to bother Keane the Swift, but she wouldn’t stop. Pretty soon he gets up and walks over. He started running his hands through her hair and asked what was wrong. I replied that she was probably hungry or something. So Keane put down his phone, picked up my niece and lifted his shirt. He breast fed her right there in the middle of the barbershop. Chill guy, really nice about it.