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“Hello Sophia,” my jaw dropped. I wondered how she knew my
name, I wondered. Apparently, I recognized her from the

television. Next, she went into the neighbor's house, I assumed.

Then, I saw in the distance, a horde of angry people. They were
coming towards me from the same direction of the woman.

They probably were whom she was avoiding.
I was not afraid of them because I knew they were not looking

for me. Therefore, I stood there and did not run. When they

reached me, they grabbed me! I regretted not running. I
realized I should have run, but it was too late.

They proceeded to tie my hands behind my back and to a pole
or tree. It probably was a giant streetlight pole.

Within the angry people's group, the people were of different
cultures, genders, and ages. The children were angry, equally

well. They were so furious that I got afraid. I realized I was not

going to make it. They scattered about looking for weapons.
Finally, they found glass bottles of assorted sizes, patterns, and

colors.
This was the first time I saw glass bottles of different colors:

clear bottles, blue bottles, green bottles, brown bottles, and red
bottles. Today, I think the various color bottles were a

prophecy because back then I never saw colorful bottles.

They were in unity, but disorganized. They simultaneously
started hitting me with their bottles. Some of them hit me so

hard the bottles lodged in my flesh and they broke them off
leaving fragments of glass. Little kids also deliberately twisted

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