I was walking down the street singing doo-a-diddy-doo-a-dah-diddy dee when a couple of guys who were up to no good, were picking on this girl. I didn't know her. I had a feeling I had to do something, but they were pretty burlesque. I took a deep breath and slowly but casually walked up to them. I looked at who seemed to be the leader straight in the eye, I told him to leave this girl alone. He came closer to me, reached in his pocket, and pulled out a switchblade. I stood my ground as a single sweatdrop fell from my face. She screamed in the background.
"Do you really want to do that," said I. "You have other options. Walk away now, you don't want to face the consequences."
"Next time I catch you interfering, you punk, you're going to get it," he yelled at my face so that his saliva splattered on me.
They walked away as I gave a sigh. I approached the girl, tears in her eyes. I told her everything was alright, that those guys won't bother her again. I walked her to her car parked half a mile away. We talked for a while. When we got to her car, I told her to be careful next time. She gave me a hug and then entered. I waved goodbye and she drove off. I turned my back, never looking back. I couldn't believe I just did that.
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