Oh, you mean the ones you're wearing? I actually heard that today. Again. Probably the 3rd time I've heard it over my career. I supposed that the crooks/client/probationer is so used to people, especially family, believing them if they just argue loud enough and deny everything.
I suppose I once was one of those believers. Not anymore. I've embraced the philosophy from the TV show House - everyone lies...
But there still is a little part inside me that wants to believe. A spark of hope.
But not today. I don't believe you when you tell me those aren't you're pants. You're on probation for possession of cocaine. There's a crack rock in the pocket of those pants. Those pants that are your size.
Not today...
P.O. Doe
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