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Submitted to Contest #67
John’s palms were sweaty against the cold desk. Or was it sweat? He couldn’t tell. He was soaked through from the storm. It dripped down his temples; falling into his eyes. The officer finally turned to him, “What can I do for you?” he asked. John felt his heart race unnaturally, his skin prickling in anxious expectation. “I uh…” his voice shook. “I need to speak to somebody.” “Well, I can help you. Can you let me know what it’s about?” the officer asked. “I –” John’s voice caught in his throat. He looked around anxiously, panting;...
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