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"Ingrid Thatcher. Thank you so much for saving me. Really, it means the world to 

me." She said.

| smiled and nodded. "You're welcome. | wouldn't let some lunatic get away without a fight." 

"Where did you learn how to?" she asked. 

"In California, my old home. My dad taught me part time and | got really interested. If you want you can come by and-" 

She shook her head furiously. "Oh no, | mean, | can't do that. | hate fighting, especially watching it. That's why it took me a while to build up the courage to smack the guy in the head with your sandwich..." she looked down at the smashed lunch in the plastic bag she was carrying. "Sorry about your sandwich." She apologized. 

| waved it off. "No problem. Your life was more important anyways. Don't worry about it." 

She thanked me and her cellphone rang. Ingrid looked at the caller, listened to the other end, and told me that she had to get
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