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 Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2011 9:05 pm
“Too damp for street corners then?” He asked with an almost ‘sweet’ smile to your caustic mother. “Not at all ‘Tag’, thank you for listening to the idea, I’ll see you at work.” His smile for the Lieutenant was at least more sincere. “If there is anything the information team can do for you, just ask.” He made his own way out the door before the reality of his question to the mother really sank in.
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2011 9:10 pm
As the door shut behind the boy, Tag's mother turned to him furiously.
"What did he just say to me?"
Tag faceplamed. He was going to need some Advil.
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