Hauze Dean
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Last published Sun, Jan 26, 2020
Red and blue lights flashed inharmonious in the distance. Ambulance, police.... everything you could imagine was all a blurry mess. Sounds muted, clearness now blurry, feelings now numbed a bit more.
You never believe that you are in shock and tell you I actually experienced it. But..
Brett and the teen was placed in the back of an ambulance with a blanket over them for shock. Brett was fine to him, you stood and took the blanket off. It heard commotion behind him and decided not to tone until he was ready, thinking it was the press waiting to interview them.
When's Brett had folded the blanket he turned around to see what all the commotion was about. There was No cameras, just a big crowd. He still wondered why there was a commotion amongst the crowd.
Soon a tall man exited the crowd and into the crime scene area. The man was familiar to Brett. Hauze motherfucking Dean.
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