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today, i visit a viet lady of eighty-one years old. i wait patiently behind the door, as she moves each fixture away from the door, unblocking the barrier between us. i hear her breathe drum sounds, and her body screams as she lift/release, and push/pull. it took over twenty minutes. her neighbors have been robbing her on a weekly basis. and she's too afraid to do anthing about it. sigh.