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The Flashing Blue Lights

The flashing blue and red lights of the sheriff’s cruiser sliced through the heavy evening rain, casting jagged shadows across the wallpaper of my living room. I stood by the front window, my fingers trembling so violently against the glass that it left a faint, rhythmic clicking sound in the quiet space. Outside, the tires continue reading …