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So What? I love a cop. (sequel to Cop loving me? code 10-0)

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Reads 83,405
Votes 4,359
Parts 41
Time 9h 6m

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From out of nowhere I hear a gunshot. I jump slightly but turn to look at Roy and I look in shock as I see him falling down to the ground.

Before I can even do or say anything. I feel a burning sensation above my ear and I fall down to the ground. As I'm lying there, I feel hot liquid running my face and into my ear. There's also this loud ringing sound in my ear.

I look up into the sky and see the stars blurring from my vision and everything is turning white. 
What was once white, is now turning black... 

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