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Submitted to Contest #150
It was a Friday afternoon when I looked over at my old friend. I could tell by the expression on his face he was feeling sorry for himself. He had a frown on his face and was deep in thought. I had known him for a long time and could tell something was weighing on his mind. What was it? We were in a small office in downtown Syracuse N.Y. He had been a private detective for the past 10 years. “You have always liked to help people in a jam,” I said. Finally, he opened up and told me that when he first got his license to become a detective, it ...
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