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Me [sic]

by DANIELLE CHRISTENSEN

It brakes me up the way your over they’re All the time

Don’t you sea What your doing to me When I sea you peaking threw the window

Its hour life

Weather or knot

You understand

What your doing four me

What is my roll in all of this?

If wood ofknown

The boarders to the land of you’re hatred Dont you here?

Get aw] of this out of hear.

Its more then I can take.

I’m going too have a garage sail. So their!

(A response to a morning spent reading some news publications which shall remain nameless.)

Damn right I’m scared...

by DANIEL LaRONDE

As I was driving up the main street, I couldn’ the;p but notict an attractive young woman walking on the sidewalk, possibk going home from anight on the town. the air was kind of chill and she worea small shirt, but I thought she would have bee! okay until she got home.

As I drove past, a group of guys in a sports car slowed dow beside her, obviously harassing her, and proceeded to block th path ofher intention. She ignored them and jogged across th quiet street. As I saw this, I turned into a parking lot to keep a eye on things.

The car followed her to the other side of the street and purposel blocked the sidewalk again. I could see the fear in her eyés, girl being harassed as she tried to avoid the car and its pass¢

gers.

I think the car noticed me in the parking lot, because it dro away after harassing the girl for about fifteen minutes. I ma¢ my way onto the street and pulled over near her.

‘*Would you like a ride home, I noticed that car is follo wil you’’ Lasked.

‘*No thanks,’’ she had a light smile on her face as she kep!4 walking.

She looked scared. The smile seemed to me that she wanted trust me but couldn’t, and I don’t blame her one bit. I¥ nervous in asking her in that I didn’t want her to think I was? ‘ her also.

I should have offered her money for acab, or at least kept my on her to make sure she gets home, because I knew that s° girls either don’t get home or get home harmed, but the © memory I had in my head was her face, and the feat expressed with it.

After I drove off, I saw the sports car driving the other direct perhaps to make another attempt at harassing her, 0 ;

another pretty female student to scare. I know youare out th continued on next pag)