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What I saw in front of me changed everything in a single second. Our neighbors were standing outside in the yard.
Mrs. Peterson was standing near her garden with her phone pressed to her ear. Mr. Sullivan, a retired police officer who lived across the street, was already walking toward my porch.
Mr. Sullivan looked at Jason’s bruised arm and then at my split lip. “Olivia, do you want me to call the police right now?” he asked.
Jason pointed a finger at me and shouted, “She is the one who attacked me!” I simply held up my phone and showed them the recording.
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