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to call a friend. She's cut her hair and

looks as if she lost a ton of weight. She

knocks at my window again, with a gun in

her hand. I realize for the first time since

that call how much danger I truly am in.

This woman is angry, unstable, and she

hates me. I put my hands up to show her

that I'm unarmed, and she steps back so

I can open my door. I get out and shut

the door behind me. We're face to face,

and I'm at a disadvantage.