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Girl Gangs: Why Women With Posses Have the Edge

Over 20 years ago, the night my first marriage ended, I spent hours dialing the phone. My husband had beaten me unconscious, Id given statements to the police in my wrecked living room, and then Id driven with my dog to City Hall to file a restraining order at midnight. But when I got back home at 2 am, bruised ribs and glass cuts on my face, the first thing I did was make several calls, all of which were as important to my survival as the police, a locksmith, a divorce lawyer, and a good therapist.