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Sometimes it's the Ordinary Drugs
Harold blamed the sugar rush. It wasn't just the dozen cookies, or the six donuts, or the maple syrup milkshakes, or the bag of pixie sticks, or the three frappucinos, or the... Well, he could go on. And he did, for the police. He was explicit in his list, as he blamed the sugar for each and every thing he'd done that night. Even the good ones.
They just nodded and smiled, and left him in the holding cell. It'd taken eight officers to get him off the flagpole, and he'd left dents in the little ball on the top.
They just nodded and smiled, and left him in the holding cell. It'd taken eight officers to get him off the flagpole, and he'd left dents in the little ball on the top.