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Kiara was taken into custody by a surprisingly gentle officer, who didn’t even cuff her to take her in. When she virtually told Chris to shove his crazy deal up his ass, she knew he’d make good on his word, but was kind of hoping he didn’t. Despite the thrill that came by standing up to that man, she was absolutely terrified.
Having grown up around police stations, she thought it might be easier to face the whole going to jail procedure. But she was never on the perpetrator’s side of the table and it wasn’t the same station she used to know like the back of her hand. It was a whole different feeling.
To make thin
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A Word of Praise Seventeen
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