Why I don’t leave the house

I walked faster and so did he. I turned right and my feet flew full speed. And yet he came closer with every moment. I screamed, turned left, ran against two youth. The three of us fell. They complained, cursed. A laugh from behind me. “I’ll get you next time,” he said. Then he turned and ran back.

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