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Its a sad day in America where I cant even go on a nice jog in the park anymore.
I was going on my run as usual, and once I got to the park I noticed this strange guy just sitting there and talking to himself. Worried, I went up to him and asked what was wrong with him and out of nowhere he pulls out some scissors looking like hes ready to attack. Worried for my own life at this point, I pulled out rock and beat him. Its a good thing I didnt choose paper, or I would have been a goner