This fic is rated R
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Trent sat there stewing over his luck. How was he going to get out of this one?
"Officer, officer!" One of his guys bemoaned. "I need a cig, you got any?"
"No cigarettes." The officer said.
Trent could feel the nicotine withdraws himself. Finally some relief came in sight.
"Somebody made bail, your free to go." Said a female officer.
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