Laughter echoes off the walls of police station 'You think you can hold me?' He smirks, chains around his eye glinting. His voice is low threatening whisper. 'I'll be out by tomorrow, and then I'll buy your pathetic a-.' But then his mother's voice chimes in, a whisper in his ear, a ghost of guilt that he can't shake, not letting him to end this sentence.
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