I have a bullet hole in the window of the front bedroom I sleep in. Tonight someone shot a hole through the front door glass. Not big boy bullets, but an air rifle or a ball bearing gun, which is still enough to blind you or do some serious damage. There is no back bedroom. Boyfriend sleeps in the attic which is much too hot for me and he doesn't like the fan on. I've just realised that it's no wonder I'm so tense I can't sleep. I hate the city. If he hadn't been recovering from a stroke, I would have gone. Tonight. Anywhere. Preferably somewhere deep in the countryside where the only marauders are rats. But hang on... I don't like them much, either. I could get a cat. Or a terrier. Or buy an air rifle.
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