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Yair

“I possess all of the necessary forms of identification. You can see that on the table in front of you. It all adds up. I don’t believe you can continue to deny the truth. Not if you have any honor left in you, that is.”

“I know we’re here because somebody informed on me. I have no idea what bullshit tale he told you, but I know I’m clean. You can track my movements as far back as you’d like: here’s my phone and my credit card. Go crazy. “

“I’ll take your silence as an admission that you know there’s nothing to this. You shamed me by pulling me in while I was praying. Now is the time to do the right thing and let me go home.”

“Your handcuffs don’t frighten me. Maybe you think these arrests are somehow progress for your cause, but I can assure you that you’re wrong. Go on and put me in a cell. You will see what retribution looks like.”

© 2021 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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