later, we heard gunshots and people screaming. My mom knew that she had to choose a different path to go home. A block away from the riot, there was a shortcut that my mom knew, so we could be home fast. She turned the wheel to the right, the car slowly moved to the right, and it stopped. The engine wouldn’t start. Other drivers were honking at us angrily. We could see that the riot slowly came nearer. We could see clearly gravel and bottles were being thrown to our car. We could hear police yelling…
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