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God I love my neighborhood. There is some guy screaming help me, help me, auaghghgh and making all sorts of horrid noises. It's coming from my alley way. I called 911 and apparently there is help on the way, other humanoids called before I did? It's really fucked up, like I want to go out there and see what the fuck is going on & see if there is anything I can do, but to be perfectly frank the way he is screaming is scaring the shit out of me. Do I risk getting shot or maimed or whatever? No. I take the fuckin pansy bullshit route and call 911. Does this make me a terrible human being? I feel like one.

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02.05.06....4:22 am

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