I helped dig two stuck cars out on my block Tuesday. I didn’t know, and had never before met, either driver. One was a pest control worker, who had tried to veer his truck into the alley to avoid pedestrians walking down the street — the only passable corridor, with
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I'd only ever felt unsafe once living in Washington, D.C. At least until last week.
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