For the girl in the alley last night.
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Me: "So, what is your beautiful ass doing here tweeking in my alley at 3:30 in the morning?"
Girl" "What?!" "I'm not. . .." "No...I'm okay, I'm fine."
Me: "Well, it's not safe for you to be here, so I'll just stand here until that piece of shit comes out to get you, or whatever." "Or you can come inside." "I have a husband and a cat, and no one will try to have sex with you or anything..."
Girl: Gets on the celphone: "Uh...there's this 'nice lady' here who says it's not safe for me to be here, and she won't leave... "
Piece of Shit: Brusquely comes out to bring her in.
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What was accomplished, you ask? Absolutely nothing, except that I don't have to deal with a girl being raped under my kitchen window. Intervening then was better than what may have gone afterward. Besides, Drug Dealer Boy and I got to exchange meaningful, dirty looks this morning. Fucker