o/` "Late one night down on Crack Street Alley
He walked up on a bad deal goin' down
He knew what he'd done
When he saw that shotgun swing around
He drew then froze in hesitation
When he saw that fourteen year old face
Then the fire from that shotgun barrel
Blew all his burdens away
Blew his burdens away" o/`
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Great job in fitting this with the topic.
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We're going to have to find somewhere else to fill the truck; I can't stand going to our gas station and not seeing the patrol car parked there. I haven't been back to our grocery store either because I know Detective White won't be there ever again. Maybe some time in the future I can do this, but not now.
The other day, while we were out, we saw two of our detective's unmarked lit up with a guy in handcuffs across the hood. It was less than a mile from the site of the shooting. I had to practically sit on Dee to keep him from going back to see if they needed assistance.
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Very sad.
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I've actually come to expect such things anywhere these days, but you hope it will never touch your rural neighborhood. That they had such a good record --- nearly one hundred years with no officers wounded or killed --- says something about the quality of protection we have here.
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I hope to never, ever receive that call again though. Once is enough.
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I think the community is still reeling; I can't go to my gas station or to my grocery because I keep expecting to see those officers there...and they aren't.
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