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Tuesday, December 15, 2015

rough neighborhood

I forgot to tell you night-before-last there were gunshots in front of our house at 8:30.  About eight gunshots and no screaming.  If I was getting shot, I would scream.  But maybe it happened too fast.

Then Ming saw (I was in bed) silent cop car light out front.

There was no pool of blood on the ground yesterday.  So I don't know what happened.


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