Derek Vyniard
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I was paying for my groceries at the checkout line when the doors to the store suddenly swung wide open. A group of men, all wearing black, stormed in and I could tell by their short haircuts and tattoos that they were skinheads. The employees were clearly terrified, and most of them were already running, trying to save themselves. I saw one of the skinheads spotting me as he eyes narrowed. "You, there” He shouted towards me.