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by Linda Schwartz

You were so angry at me, at cops in general. I couldn't blame you. You were angry because I didn't discourage your father from being a vigilante. You came to the station and as I looked at you, I didn't see the wheelchair (I was taught that those things didn't matter, at the temple) I saw the woman and I looked into your warm brown eyes, and I felt like cupid had hit me with his arrow.

I was hoping you would share my feelings. I offered to take you to lunch. I was glad you agreed. We were getting to know each other and I started to kiss you. DARN PAGER! We'll have to put this on hold, for now! You mentioned that your father and his friends had been joined by some priest..."Pop", I just knew it had to be you.

After the bad guys had been take out, I met you back at the mall. My father had been talking with the gang of three. And I couldn't wait to spend time with you. I looked into your gorgeous eyes, and I bent down to kiss you, finally! I wanted it to be more, much more. And we went off to be together.....fade to black!