. . .snatched the phone, ripped it off the wall, lowered her hammer, and said, “I’m about to take this hammer and smash all your homemade furniture.” She’d come in with a weapon and was prepared to take care of business at any cost. Moments later, they were tussling back and forth.
. . . dashed through the door with blood dripping from his body.
“Help me! Someone please help me, call the police!” he shouted, as he ran down the street banging on the neighbors’ doors.
. . . “Go get the other hammer from the car. Hurry! Hurry!” When she finally caught up with him , he was pleading for a neighbor to help him. He had made it all the way down to the neighbors’ house at the end of the block. She grabbed the glasses from his face, threw them on the ground, crushed them with her foot, and started to reach toward his lips. . . .
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