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I have many names, but my clients call me M.

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ooc: Twas in a car accident

I’m fine, car just got banged up. But this is what occurred once the cops arrive.

Let me set this out for you first:

Main road for my neighborhood, going back to my house someone is coming down the street I suppose to leave. There are some cars on the side of the road because apparently driveways are too mainstream.

Said parked cars were on her side of the road. And scene:

“Are you fucking retarded?! I’m, what? 19? And Even I know that when the car is on your side you have to fucking yield!”

“Excuse, what’s going on?” Cue ‘are you a dumb ass?’ look  and resisting the urge to point to the cars and say ‘Fight club. You want in?’ to the officer.

“She is verbally abusing me.”

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself. I’m verbally educating you.”

“…Right then. Can we get some backup over here?”

Muttered under thy breath “Please be a Lestrade in the group. Too many Anderson’s.”

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Idiots. Honest to God shit I must deal with in lovely Georgia. Someone kidnap me.