Finally the storm troopers forced their way into the upper floors, they found, to their diappointment, no noses to break, no wrists to cuff, no bodies to drag downtown to central booking. The bilding was empty, with only the sound of reggae
music echoing through the corrdors.
“Get up, stand up . . .
stand up for your rights!”
— Oct 02, 2016 01:34PM
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