Before Officer Richards left, I asked him if he'd join me for dinner at my house. As I asked him, I had my hand in my pocket and was playing pocket billiards. He looked at me with his bright blue eyes. His buzzed red hair was shining in the sun. He rubbed at his bushy mustache and told me...
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