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Some people meet women at work, some at bars, some at school. I met my girlfriend when she was being virtually killed by her ex-boyfriend.
It happened during in the middle of the second year of my bacheor.
I was walking back home from seeing a late movie, when I heard deep animal snarl and a woman screaming. The good-natured guy I was, I ran towards the noise, but I wasn't really prepared for what I saw. A young woman was being torn into by a big dog. She was tiny in comparison to the beast, and had not hope of escaping.
During her pointless fight against the monster, she spotted me. Even today I still recall looking into those gray, almost shining silver eyes for the first time, and seeing everything. Her innoecence, her beauty, her soul, her cry for me to help. Her silent plea halted my backwards motion and I knew I had to try and save her.
I spotted a dumpster full of building refuse and stumbled over to it, finding a suitable rusting pipe. I heard a terrible s