Pleading the Wrong Case
The disbelief on Steve’s face quickly turned to panic. “That wasn’t a confession!” he cried out, his voice trembling. “We were just talking!” He scanned the room, hoping for some kind of sympathy, but found only strangers and silent onlookers.
His voice grew louder, echoing off the walls. “You can’t arrest me for a conversation!” he protested, desperation rising with every word. But no one moved to help. The moment he tried to downplay his words, they only seemed more incriminating in contrast.
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