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The convict was running from the police.
He chose the wrong woman to rob.
She had grown up with eight brothers.
When he yelled for her to “get out” of her own car
She began to whale on him. She hurt him badly.
He had been hurt less in prison during a jump.

She was interviewed on the news after she hogtied him
And telephoned the police, who were there in minutes.
He is dangerous, they told her. You are lucky.
The convict felt lucky when they showed up.
He was afraid she was going to continue to hurt him.
He was yelling for the cops to come and get him.

She said, “I’ve decked bigger men than him."
Her brothers saw her on TV and cheered.
Knowing they had done what they could
To keep their baby sister safe.
Feeling the pride of brothers.
The convict did not understand what had happened.
He had never had seven brothers.

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