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Mistake

My eyes were on fire.

I rolled around on the ground in total agony. It didn’t help that she threw the pepper spray can at my head, and started kicking me, screaming at the top of her lungs. She was a lot stronger than she had appeared to be when I approached her on the sidewalk, too.

What an idiot I was. I can’t believe that I didn’t think this through.

This is the last time I stop a woman on the streets of New York to ask for the time.

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