6:30 AM. The entire building began violently shaking. My first thought: earthquake.
It wasn't an earthquake...
I bolted downstairs barefoot and ran outside to find a massive bulldozer grinding its way up the concrete driveway, clear orders to level the house and tear it to the ground. Today.
Instinct took over. I planted myself directly in its path. When the foreman realized I wasn't moving, he threatened to use force. That's when I ripped off my shirt and took a boxing stance.
Bloodshed was next on the schedule.
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