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Killing her with a D3

Have you ever felt terrified, I mean, terrified, iron knot in the stomach, chest heaving, pissin’ on your pants terrified?

This is how I have lived since I was ten.

She comes suddenly and she disappears as suddenly.

She comes out of shadows, in broad daylight, in the supermarket, at home, in class, on the train, in the car, during the school reunion, while meeting Betty, in the hospital.

She’s like a python; she will crush you in two minutes flat.

But, she never does crush you.

She plays with you, she enjoys your terror, she savors your untold misery, she drags you on the floor and throws you down the stairs and then climbs down and presses her boot between your shoulder blades.

Man, I wanna KILL her!

Then, one day, I discovered photography.

The weapon! ..

The jade dart that would pierce her heart and KILL her!

Now, when she jumps on me, I’ve got the Nikon D3 wearing a super zoom and I’m off!

I drown her in images!

I blind her with fill flash!

I am IN CHARGE!

Good bye She! I’m free.

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