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He was to be transported to the local precinct and fingerprinted. I knew the drill from defending both the guilty and the innocent. In the end, it never mattered to me which one...as long as they had the funds to pay my fee. But today I sat as an innocent bystander observing the procedure. I leaned over to Detective Fitzgerald and muttered: “Poor bastard.”
The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life
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