Part one of this story can be found here: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/2017/10/22/at-the-shopette-pt-1/
“What’s your name?” asked the dark cop.
“Greg….Greg Taylor,” I said.
“So Greg, you should be in school, why are you here?”
“Lunch,” I answered weakly.
“So, you like baseball cards, do ya?” asked the dark cop.
“Umm, yeah,” I said.
“Yeah!” he bellowed. “It’s yes sir!”
“Yes sir, sir!” I said.
“So Greg, what’s your dad’s name?” asked the blond M.P.
“No! He just got promoted!” I whined.
“Oh really?” asked the dark cop.
“Well, how’s he gonna feel knowing you took him down?”
“I don’t know,” I was almost sobbing.
“Look at your hair! You think you’re cool?” the dark cop grabbed me up by the shoulders. He looked at the blond cop.
“How tough are ya?” he sneered. He drew back his hand like he was gonna punch me. I flinched. The blond cop put his…
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