I was out looking for someone or something in the country. I had a map and a general idea of where I was going. I cut past a house where a dog was on a chain and it almost caught me anyway. There was a large bridge and somewhere there was a garage where a woman had taken some kind of razor blade and sliced the tires on her husband’s car into thin discs.
Something about a guy I ran into who was being sort of hostile to me. I doubled back across the bridge to find something to defend myself, but he disappeared.
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