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2. My second brush with death was only a few years later. I was now in fourth or fifth grade. One night, at my friend's house (same one as in the last story), we decided to take a walk around the block. After one or two circles around the small block, we came back to my friend's neighbor's house. Seeing as we were incredibly stupid, we decided to throw rocks at his window for absolutely no reason whatsoever. After smashing one window in, we heard the cry of a ferocious canine. We were so startled and terrified that we couldn't move. In a few seconds, a giant doberman jumped out of the window we had just destroyed. He chased us around the block a few times and for some reason it didn't occur to us to just run to my friend's house. Eventually, however, we did realize that that would be our easiest escape, so we ran to the house and jumped through the door before the dog could maul us. We got in so much trouble.