What I Do?
Walking down the street I decided to go into the local dime store to get me a bottle of pop and upon my arrival there are two cops there looking at me as if I were there to steal. They follow me around the store with these grim looks on their faces and every time I try to lose them, they appear, once again. When I get to the section where the pop is I pick out the one I want and proceed to the register. The store clerk even gives me a suspicious look and says to me, "you gone pay for that?" I reply "yes, of course" and begin to reach into my pockets for the money. Right before I pull my hand out with my money the cops, who were at the back of the store suddenly are right behind me saying "be careful son, don't do anything you'll regret!" My reply was, "what I do?" Coming home from school and I run to the house because I have a sudden urge for some of mom's pecan pie left in the refrigerator. I pick up the pace, passing cars e
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