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It’s the middle of the night and I am walking home from my Grandmother’s house at Front and Gordon to the house I grew up in at 5th and Washington in East Allentown, Pa. It’s a chilly night. I make it to one end of the back alley (our house is in the middle of the block). I am apprehended from behind by a tall younger woman, who has me in a headlock and is muttering utter nonsense. Somehow I manage to break free from her grip and make a mad dash to the back of our house…
Then I wake up. Thinking about it later it could’ve been a nightmare, but being that I broke free it doesn’t.
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