of the mini-blinds. "That's him," was all she said. Then as the detectives removed the man"s blazer from his head which made him start to bolt in the ankle shackles and he wailed, "Oh. No. I know where I am," she folded her hands in front of her and said, "Let's listen."
What seemed like a long list of fuck yous and fuck hims later. A Four-Star General placed a manila folder on the table shoving him against a wall. "So he don't tip ovah," a uniformed police man explained of his quick thinking.
"What about your wife Mr. X?"
"He hasn't seen me since the poison dart in my ass debacle," she explained.
The man had launched into a scroll's worth of curses against the woman. It was like he couldn't stop. Finally, the woman came out of the room with several children seemingly going to the elevator. She paused and told the room, "I may or may not be any or all of those things. But I know damn well I am not a dirty democrat." A woman officer directed the bunch to the stairwell rather than have them wait for the elevator.
"WHERE ARE THEY?" The man's question echoed in the stairwell.
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