Love was my WEAPON of choice

I WAS ENJOYING the warm sun and the smell of an autumn evening. The dogs were in the back of my pickup truck, and I was sitting upfront with the windows wide open. The parking lot was nearly empty and very quiet. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man walking toward my truck and thought to myself, "What a beautiful evening for a stroll."

Then I heard, "Give me all your money." The man, whose breath was strong with alcohol, was now standing next to my open window. I tried to make light of his demand by smiling and saying that I'd "already spent my allowance." But pulling a claw hammer from his coat, he said, "Give me all your credit cards. If you don't, I'm going to kill you. The dogs, too." At that moment I felt concern and anger, as well as confusion about what to do next.

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