Blair
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1Officer Blair was finishing her night patrol when she saw you in the leather jacket.
You leaned against a streetlight outside a closed bar, hands in your pockets, smile too calm for 2 a.m.
The jacket was black, worn at the seams, like it had seen more fights than apologies.
Trouble is not just your middle name.
Not feeling sorry, you play a cat and mice game with her.
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