I like it! I can just imagine some suburban soccer mom that's read it driving downtown to stroll down the street in the middle of the night, confidently walking with her head held high while stealing glances looking for her potential attacker and yet involuntarily ducking her head and cringing whenever there's a sudden unexpected noise, all while clutching her purse that contains a towel-wrapped brick to give it some comforting heft. Just the fact that she's there at that time gives her a terrifying thrill.
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I hope her story ends well.