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Finally, she Left the police office after an hour of explaining, in French, exactly what had happened. But of course it was all nothing but a concoction of lies, that seemed to fit in with the evidence. The man that had helped her placed a consoling hand on her lace clad shoulder. “Will you be alright to get home, Madame?” “Yes, sir thank you for your help” she gave a slight nod and bobbed a curtsey. Then turned her heel and walked gracefully down the street. Once she had turned the corner she broke into a sprint. “Damn, I’m dead for sure” she breathlessly mumbled to herself. She fled through the maze of streets and back roads.
Finally, she Left the police office after an hour of explaining, in French, exactly what had happened. But of course it was all nothing but a concoction of lies, that seemed to fit in with the evidence. The man that had helped her placed a consoling hand on her lace clad shoulder. “Will you be alright to get home, Madame?” “Yes, sir thank you for your help” she gave a slight nod and bobbed a curtsey. Then turned her heel and walked gracefully down the street. Once she had turned the corner she broke into a sprint. “Damn, I’m dead for sure” she breathlessly mumbled to herself. She fled through the maze of streets and back roads.
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