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make it there was a witness. I just prayed I wasn’t going to make an innocent soul a victim to Weston too. If that was even his name. I suddenly burst into tears, and then I saw it from the stream of tears. That was the house and the porchlight was on. I came off the gas but didn’t dare hit the brake I was too anxious to get into that front yard. My second mind said START BLOWING THE DAMN HORN! I laid into it beeep beep beep beeeeep! The next thing I knew I was in the yard and racing up the front porch screaming at the top of my lungs “Please help me, they are going to kill me! Someone please!” I began banging on the door and risked looking back hoping Weston wouldn’t be staring me in my face. He wasn’t there and then the door snatched open and I was looking right into the eyes of a familiar face that was looking at me in disbelief. I had no idea the power of 6 degrees of separation and how it would make me feel so immediately protected. I ran into the house behind him and breathlessly said, “If you have a gun get it, he is f--king crazy!”
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