part eighteen

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"It wasn't me!" Simon says going mad. His eyes looking at the the police stations questioning room, gray walls, two police officers sitting on gray iron chairs what is to cold to even touch because of the air conditioner, pictures scattered out on a white table

"This isn't you?" One police officer on the left points at one of the photo of a security camera

"There a bunch of people with curly hair" Simon spats

" But the blood type is similar to yours. We have evidence, you can't lie to us" the police officers says

Simons annoyed" Well you aren't really looking at the evidence correctly" He mumbles

" What was that?"
" Nothing" Simon shrugs

The two police officers look at eachother "Well in this age you're not legally allowed in prison"

" ITS NOT ME" Simon slams the table " I want to go home" he sits back

"We're going to let you go, but just for this time. We need clearer evidence" Both police officers look at eachother

"Okay" Simon stands "Thank you for nothing" he whispers walking out and slamming the door"





















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