What’s he being accused of?” “Assault,” the Garda replied, looking a little uncomfortable. “Assault, eh?” He turned his gaze on Joey. “Did ya do it, boy?” “Sure did, Daddy,” Joey sneered as tension emanated from his body. “Then do whatever the fuck you want with the little bollox,” his father told the Gard. “Let the courts deal with him. Just don’t expect me to come down to the station to bring him home like the last time.” He turned back to Joey and called out, “Do ya hear that, ya little fucker? Don’t you be phoning your mother up to come save ya, either. You can clean up your own mess this
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