Lyndale Lush Life: 18
Jim Rafferty was standing in the sidewalk, in front of the Third Precinct, holding an envelope of his personal effects.
These effects were personal, and not at all special, and that thought caused him to chuckle to himself. How had he gotten here, again?
It was hard for Jim to not feel hard done by, these days. It seemed every time he left the house he was either getting insulted or assaulted. It wasn’t just the police, and he was honest with himself, enough not to blame …
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