Shelby
“No, no, no," I shout as my copier eats the paper I'm trying to copy. “Son of a bitch." I brought it from Houston, and it was on its last leg then. “I just need you to last a few more weeks," I beg it. In two weeks I'll be going to the Laurel Springs PD to write out wills for any of the officers who don't have one yet.
“Is everything okay in here?"
“I didn't even hear you come in," I tell Stella as I beat on the side of the damn machine.
“You were too busy yelling at the copier."
“It's lucky I don't throw it out the window," I groan. “What do you need?"
She has a seat on the couch in my office. “We're having a girls night out. Come join us, we've all had a shitty week."
“I am so there," I groan again when the copier eats the paper. “f**k this thing, when are we leaving?"
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