writingslayer
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"You never told me your name..." I have to do it. I have to know her.
The girl peers over her shoulder, shifting her handcuffed wrists around, and then winks. My knees go weak, and I lean back against the wall.
"Don't worry about it." she says.
That was the exact moment she stole my heart: Inside a police station. In custody.
But who cares? I was in love. And nothing could stop me from getting to her; not even cuffs.