I always wore a fanny pack when I
exercised. Water bottle. Sunscreen.
Pocketknife. PowerBar. Handcuff picks. And, finally, a palm-sized spray bottle of my
own pepper spray concoction – Massachusetts regulated the purchase of Mace and
I’m the kind of girl who appreciates her privacy, so instead, I’d invented my
own high-test concoction. No, Officer,
I’m not carrying Mace. What do you mean
my attacker just went blind? Huh. Then I hope his publicly appointed defender
knows how to prepare his reports in braille.
(from Look For Me,
by Lisa Gardner)
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