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My Stockholm Girl
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! I didn’t… I wasn’t… How did I get myself into these situations? I peeked through the blinds at the scene outside the office. At least three police cars were now parked outside with their doors open like shields, armed police arrayed around them. Actually armed, like, with guns! I’d never even seen a real gun before today. “Release the girl and come out with your hands on your head,” came the instruction from the loud speaker. I raked my hand through my hair, which was...
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