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I Witness A Crime

In a afternoon; I walk
to the bus stop.
I saw one back door flew open and she ran out quickly
from the store.
She is wear blue jeans and a mulit-shirt and sneakers with white socks 
and holding some items from the store.
I saw the police and manager search 
outside of the store for the criminal. 
I see with my eyes the woman flee 
from the store to the east and I  walk to west to the bus stop.
I am scared because I witness a crime of thief.  
I am thankful that nothing happen to me and I enter the bus with a testimony 
in my life.

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