While walking down the street one afternoon, I noticed a young girl trying to hide under a bridge. She was looking rather tearful. Her hair was as orange as carrots and her dress was a pretty mauve colour. As I was about to approach her, two policemen came striding up and put her hands in a pair of steel handcuffs. “What’s going on?” I asked. “None of your business, Miss” boomed one of the policemen. “Rude!” I muttered under breath. There was seemingly nothing I could do but go on my way.
Amelia 3S
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