UnBooks:My sojourn/Chapter 16

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He looked like this: clearly, a psychopath.

That negro was terrifying!!

edit So there I was

In the midst of my Sunday afternoon post-churchgoing visit to the post office, no? Just doing my Presbyterian housewife things.

edit and this dastardly negro

bursts out from the deli, negro sweat all over the place, and instead of going for his crack cocaine, he forms a clear intention to mount me! My word!

edit so I pulled out my

canister of mace and briskly crossed the street, and he didn't follow, because negroes are afraid of traffic.

I barely got away with my power bill, six housekeeping magazines and a police officer.

Terrifying. He nearly raped me.

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