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David collected his things from the front desk of the police station, signed the paper confirming all his items were correct, and left as fast as he could.

Glad to be outside, he looked back at the station. ‘Stone Hill Police Station’, the sign read.

“Oh great, I’m miles away from home,” he said aloud, raising his arms as he spoke, as if mirroring the protesting he’d done the night before.

Home was at least ten miles away. Looking in his wallet, he saw he had mo...

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