UnBooks:My sojourn/Chapter 16
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He looked like this: clearly, a psychopath.
That negro was terrifying!!
So there I was[edit]
In the midst of my Sunday afternoon post-churchgoing visit to the post office, no? Just doing my Presbyterian housewife things.
and this dastardly negro[edit]
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!
so I pulled out my[edit]
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.