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UNIT7 TEXT In this article the author describes what happened to her one night and what happened to her one night and her feelings about it. Theres Only Luck My mind went numb when I saw the gun pointing against the car window as we pulled out of the garage: This cant be happening to me. Then I felt the gun, cold, against my head, and I heard my friend Jeremy saying, What do you want? Take my wallet, but at the time I thought of nothing. I remember being vaguely annoyed when the gunman pulled me from the car by the hair. I remember the walk to the house - Jeremy, me, the two men with two guns. I remember the fear and anger in the gunmens voices because Jeremy was being slow, and I remember wondering why he waas being slow. I did not realize that Jeremy had thrown the keys into the shrubbery. But I remember that sound of the gun hitting Jeremys head and the feeling as the man who had hold of my hair released me. And I remember the split second when I realized he was looking at Jeremy, and I remember wondering how far I could run before he pulled the trigger. But I was already running, and upon reaching the car across the street, I didnt crouch behind it but screamed instead. I remember thinking there was something absurdly melodramatic about screaming Help, help! at eight oclock on a Tuesday evening in December and changing my plea to the more specific Help, let me in, please let me in! But the houses were cold, closed, unfriendly, and I ran on until I heard Jeremys screams behind me announcing that our attackers had fled. The neighbors who had not opened their doors to us came out with baseball bats and helped Jeremy find his glasses and keys. In a group they were very brave. We waited for the cops to come until someone said to someone else that the noodles were getting cold, and I said politely, Please go and eat. Were O.K. I was happy to see them go. They had been talking of stiffer sentences for crimin