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Emerson’s POV
I have a bucket list of stuff that I wanted to do before I died. I wanted to skydive, hike at the grand canyon, learn how to fight, cliff diving. Spending the night in a holding cell at the local police precinct with a bunch of drunk women, junkies, and prostitutes was not on that list. It was a Sunday night which meant that they couldn’t arraign me until the morning, and apparently, the Assistant District Attorney wanted to talk to me before they took me to central booking.
When they came to get me in the morning, I was exhausted, hungry and in no mood to talk, especially when I saw my father waiting there for me.
He looked down at the cuffs holding my hands together in front of me, “Officer, are the cuffs really necessary?”
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