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2024-10-29 19:42:56Truth has taste. A distinctive kind of taste that fills the air and telling you that you are on the right path and about to uncover something hidden, about to pull to the light, something unseen but what happens when the air is tastes like water and the force which it brushes through your skin is nothing but soothing? What happens when you ride down the road to a town you’ve barely been to and against your legal rights as a law enforcer but still, you ride blind, leading with nothing but the words of a prostitute and your hunch.
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