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Panting, I finally catch up with Cowboy and Purse Snatcher, and damn, I can hardly breathe I definitely need to do CrossFita couple of city blocks is kicking my ass like this

Finally, air in rab my purse from the sidewalk – who, OMG, lays a Louis Vuitton down on the sidewalk? – and search frantically through it for my mace can Gotcha!

Triu it at the thief Ianywhere, but how can I know for sure? And anyway, he deserves it

The cloud rose above us as I sprayed indiscri it hard to aiht

"Whoa, little lady," the cowboy choked, waving his hat in the air, trying to push theanywhere You can stop with the spraying"

The thief is rolling around on the ground in agony, which I figured was good enough forand turned to the cowboy, ready to thank hi my life – or at least the life ofnoises

I turn around, and that’s when I realize that it's awfully close, and awfully upset

Eyes rolling, snorting with panic, it rears back on its hind legs, pawing the air with its hooves

Oh god!

My life is flashing right in front of uess how I'd die, never in a uessed it'd be by a horse traot too close to my mace cloud of doom

r />Fucking hell, I'm out of here!

Clutching my purse to my chest like a precious child finally returned to itsthrough my veins

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Chase

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