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The sign post which bore the words 'Fridgeton Police Department' came into view. Leah squeezed her grip on the steering, her tongue running short of saliva. The doubts escaped from whatever box she'd locked them in and now hovered around her head. In spite of this, she kept driving and in no time, made it to the parking lot.
Turning off the ignition, she reclined to her seat. A laboured sigh followed her movement. Don't be an idiot. You're not a sentimental lovestruck teenager, now are you? Besides, it wasn't as if the person she was getting crazy about gave two fucks about her. Okay, perhaps he did. But no way was it in the direction she was thinking. She was sure of that.
By chance, she glanced at the passenger seat. Lyons' spot whene
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