Scenario: I’m crossing the street with my friend, on our way to the theater from our houses. We live, maybe, four-five blocks away- my friend's car was left there after she drank too much the night before. Anyhoo, we’re crossing Sycamore, the first street, when tires squeal behind us, and a harsh voice calls out, “Hey!”
Startled, I turn around to
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