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An off-duty Tarquin leaves the bar and begins to weave his way home when....
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| I'm sorry ma'am, could you please step over here for a second. | |
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| I think I'm going to need to take a closer look at the walking stick. You wouldn't want to be caught violating a code six now would you? | |
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| Good gracious no, I haven't been in trouble with the law in all my 96 years officer. Here you go, please be quick, I'm not as steady on my legs as I used to be. | |
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| Now that's what you do, you take away their 1st line of defense then you use it against them. That stick was a code six the minute it left the shop. The end was as sharp as a nail. | |
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| But why did she have to die lieutenant? Why? If you did'nt have taxi fare you could have just called me. You only live two blocks from the bar. | |
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