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Lock It

Published August 1, 2017 in Cartwright - 0 Comments

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Grandma pointed the ’38

in Cartwright’s face.

He looked away, not wanting to see anymore.

“Here’s how it’s gonna work.” she said.

“You’re going to lie facedown, and wait for the police.”

He did so, closing his eyes.

“Then, you’re going to cop a 5150

and you’re not getting out until you’re

90 days sober.”

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