You asked about physical threats--just seeingFootman's cruiser on my road feels like a physical threat to me. Back to you, Earl. There was a pause. Got the pip I guess .
I ran over itand listened to it thunk and scrape and roll against the Chevy'sundercarriage. Somewhere out in the brilliant, gold-sparkling net of thelake, a loon called. Maybe someone who wantedto hurt her. A pause, and then:Thud-thud.
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