She crossed a line with her words, a line that was getting thinner with every wag of the tongue, but what could be done to help them both?  

It was the evening of the very first day of the year (2025). A beautiful summer’s day here in New Zealand.

But in this quiet, I suddenly heard screaming and yelling. Every second word was the F word.

I looked down the road and saw a very large man woman and a man on the pavement.

He was kneeling on the ground in front of her. It was almost like he was praying/ begging in front of her. She was towering above him and shouting at him.

Words and more ‘F’s’.

More words, more ‘F’s’.

It was violence. Verbal violence.

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