My neighborhood is filled with a bunch of lame people. They secretly don't like us. I don't know why though because we stay out of the way. I have to walk past some of the weird neighbors who always have something to say. Now I will say, the walk there was fine. I didn't have any encounters with anybody. I went to the gas station, told the clerk I needed to fill up, gave him the money and went to refill the can. Whole time that I’m doing my thing, I have little to no thought of anything about to happen on my walk back.
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But I'm done. I put the cap back on and get ready to head back home. I start walking up the street and I'm thinking everything is fine until I hear what sounds like an older lady's voice behind me. I immediately think to myself "Oh my gosh! Here we go." She had her dogs with her and they were some feisty ones. She was asking me all types of questions like, where I was coming from, where I was going, and I just said have a nice day and kept walking. I wasn't even trying to interact with her.
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