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Of course I couldn't be steady to keep reading. At the moment, I didn't even know where my courage came from. ( I would guess it's a "Fight-or-Flight response" triggered by my hormone, such as cortisol or norepinephrine.) I tried to make anything handy a powerful defense, but it turned out to be a weapon because I was really scared. At first, I used a mousepad try to expel it from my room, but it didn't work completely.
Believe it or not, I picked up my tennis racket and after several shoots it fell down. As the picture shows, it was caged in a conainer but quickly released.
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