All she needed was a sign above her head that said, I've had a hard life. I shook my head, and sighed. He grabbed my hand and started leading me through the tables towards the door. I didn't say please often.
Several of the uniforms and most of the hospital staff assumed I was a federal agent. What good is that? Then get a hooker, I said. In what alternate reality would you NOT look like a cop? I heard the door open behind us, but neither of us turned. That scared me more than anything they could do to me tonight.
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