Australian Psycho || Lashton
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As a great man once said, "Society wants to believe it can identify evil people, or bad or harmful people, but it's not practical. There are not stereotypes." I responded, looking down at the table.
"You are aware of who said that, aren't you Luke?" The officer asked.
I just gave them a smile. Even the officer looked uncomfortable to be in same room as me. They were trying to be nice, but I think I might have put them off a little.
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