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      4
      gindtions
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Its
      Joust
      Making
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Me
      [sic]
     
    
   
   
    
     
      by
      DANIELLE
      CHRISTENSEN
     
    
   
   
    
     
      It
      brakes
      me
      up
     
     
      the
      way
      your
      over
      they’re
     
     
      All
      the
      time
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Don’t
      you
      sea
     
     
      What
      your
      doing
      to
      me
     
     
      When
      I
      sea
      you
      peaking
      threw
      the
      window
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Its
      hour
      life
     
    

    
     
      Weather
      or
      knot
     
    

    
     
      You
      understand
     
    

    
     
      What
      your
      doing
      four
      me
     
    
   
   
    
     
      What
      is
      my
      roll
      in
      all
      of
      this?
     
    

    
     
      If
      wood
      ofknown
     
    

    
     
      The
      boarders
      to
      the
      land
      of
      you’re
      hatred
     
     
      Dont
      you
      here?
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Get
      aw]
      of
      this
      out
      of
      hear.
     
    

    
     
      Its
      more
      then
      I
      can
      take.
     
    

    
     
      I’m
      going
      too
      have
      a
      garage
      sail.
     
     
      So
      their!
     
    
   
   
    
     
      (A
      response
      to
      a
      morning
      spent
      reading
      some
      news
      publications
     
     
      which
      shall
      remain
      nameless.)
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Damn
      right
      I’m
     
     
      scared...
     
    
   
   
    
     
      by
      DANIEL
      LaRONDE
     
    
   
   
    
     
      As
      I
      was
      driving
      up
      the
      main
      street,
      I
      couldn’
      the;p
      but
      notict
     
     
      an
      attractive
      young
      woman
      walking
      on
      the
      sidewalk,
      possibk
     
     
      going
      home
      from
      anight
      on
      the
      town.
      the
      air
      was
      kind
      of
      chill
     
     
      and
      she
      worea
      small
      shirt,
      but
      I
      thought
      she
      would
      have
      bee!
     
     
      okay
      until
      she
      got
      home.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      As
      I
      drove
      past,
      a
      group
      of
      guys
      in
      a
      sports
      car
      slowed
      dow
     
     
      beside
      her,
      obviously
      harassing
      her,
      and
      proceeded
      to
      block
      th
     
     
      path
      ofher
      intention.
      She
      ignored
      them
      and
      jogged
      across
      th
     
     
      quiet
      street.
      As
      I
      saw
      this,
      I
      turned
      into
      a
      parking
      lot
      to
      keep
      a
     
     
      eye
      on
      things.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      car
      followed
      her
      to
      the
      other
      side
      of
      the
      street
      and
      purposel
     
     
      blocked
      the
      sidewalk
      again.
      I
      could
      see
      the
      fear
      in
      her
      eyés,
     
     
      girl
      being
      harassed
      as
      she
      tried
      to
      avoid
      the
      car
      and
      its
      pass¢
     
    

    
     
      gers.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      think
      the
      car
      noticed
      me
      in
      the
      parking
      lot,
      because
      it
      dro
     
     
      away
      after
      harassing
      the
      girl
      for
      about
      fifteen
      minutes.
      I
      ma¢
     
     
      my
      way
      onto
      the
      street
      and
      pulled
      over
      near
      her.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ‘*Would
      you
      like
      a
      ride
      home,
      I
      noticed
      that
      car
      is
      follo
      wil
     
     
      you’’
      Lasked.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ‘*No
      thanks,’’
      she
      had
      a
      light
      smile
      on
      her
      face
      as
      she
      kep!4
     
     
      walking.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      She
      looked
      scared.
      The
      smile
      seemed
      to
      me
      that
      she
      wanted
     
     
      trust
      me
      but
      couldn’t,
      and
      I
      don’t
      blame
      her
      one
      bit.
      I¥
     
     
      nervous
      in
      asking
      her
      in
      that
      I
      didn’t
      want
      her
      to
      think
      I
      was?
      ‘
     
     
      her
      also.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      should
      have
      offered
      her
      money
      for
      acab,
      or
      at
      least
      kept
      my
     
     
      on
      her
      to
      make
      sure
      she
      gets
      home,
      because
      I
      knew
      that
      s°
     
     
      girls
      either
      don’t
      get
      home
      or
      get
      home
      harmed,
      but
      the
      ©
     
     
      memory
      I
      had
      in
      my
      head
      was
      her
      face,
      and
      the
      feat
     
     
      expressed
      with
      it.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      After
      I
      drove
      off,
      I
      saw
      the
      sports
      car
      driving
      the
      other
      direct
     
     
      perhaps
      to
      make
      another
      attempt
      at
      harassing
      her,
      0
      ;
     
    
   
   
    
     
      another
      pretty
      female
      student
      to
      scare.
      I
      know
      youare
      out
      th
     
     
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