C1350 The Rhythm of Being Pushed to the Brink of Death

In the car, I took Viola's hand and asked, "How is it? Are you all right?"

Viola says it's okay.

Then he kissed me.

"Why doesn't your Police care about it?" Viola asked.

I replied, "They've already taken care of it."

"Aren't they Police?" Viola asked. Who cares. "

I replied, "They're traffic police. This isn't some traffic accident. At most, it's a civil dispute."

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