“The first time someone tried to mug me in Washington D.C., I ran away as he threatened to shoot me from behind,” writes David Freddoso. “The second time, when the exact same situation arose, I knew better. I stopped and turned around to confront the robber as soon as he threatened to shoot: “Hey, buddy!” I said confidently. “Who do you think you’re fooling? Guns are outlawed in the District of Columbia -- I know you don’t really have one.”
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