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“Do you want to explain your actions?” the first cop asked.
Turning her lips into her mouth, Rora struggled to contain her smile. Blinking her wide eyes down to the table, she touched the edge of her paper cup with the tip of her finger, resting her cuffed wrists on the tabletop.
“You’re in a lot of trouble,” cop two said. “You caused thousands of dollars in property damage.”
“The owners will be compensated,” she said, taking a drip of her water to her mouth with a fingertip.
“By you?” cop one asked. “We can see to that, if you give us your name and address.”
Squeezing her lips between her teeth, she shook her head and for a flicker of a moment, she understood the seduction of insanity. It felt good to be free of all fear. The cops certainly thought she was nuts and she cons
