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The door swung closed.
"Its too early for this shit, Goodwin." A fat balding man sat behind a desk with his hands clasped in front of his mouth.
"I'll just be going then." I quickly turned around to open the door to his office when he stopped me again.
"Sit down."
I stood on the stage, the bright lights blinded me, but I could still see the full house. I looked ridiculous. My hair up in a stupid wig, a blond that differed from my usual brown. A blue dress with puffed shoulders and white polka dots. Could it be any worse? Of course it could. Looking out I caught the glimpse of Harrison. He was watching me. He smiled, laughed. Turned to his friend and knocked his shoulder, getting his attention. He pointed to me and they both laughed. I gripped the plastic frying pan I had been holding tightly. I shocked myself with how much I wanted to throw it into the crowd. To throw it at him.
They stood in a line in front of us. "It's simple Mrs. Johnson. Just pick the man who killed your son." She stood wide eyed for a moment before she lifted a shaking finger and pointed.
"H-him. That one."
I dropped the knife. "No. What have I done?!" My cell phone still lay on the side walk. I ran to it and made my call. "She's hurt! Save her!" I scream through my tears. Soon the ambulance arrives.
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