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She stood on the sidewalk covering her face with both hands as she hunched over crying. I could sense that something bad had happened. It was a Thursday night, a “party night” in the U-District, and it isn’t uncommon to see people publicly upset on their walks home from drinking. But Virginia, who asked to be identified by just her first name to maintain privacy, looked different. Something more than upsetting had happened.