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Fuck the Poor! | sindermann | 3

 

"Police! Open up!" The fist pounded three times again.

"OH shit ohshitohshit!!!!" she stammered to herself. "Um, just a second..!" she called back as she frantically rushed to grab the two joints sitting in the ashtray. She stuffed them in her mouth as chewed. The loud pounding on the door continued.

"Ma'am, open this door or we will break it down!" the angry voice yelled.

She swallowed and said "I'm coming!" She quickly unlatched the door, and it was almost instantly flung open. Four men in Swat gear with pistols drawn poured into the room, she was tossed off her feet face down. Her arms were pulled behind her and she felt handcuffs snap into place. "Oww!!!" she cried.
"Stay quiet and don't move." she heard one of them say. She felt a knee on her lower back. The others spread out through the apartment.

 

What do they find?


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