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Detective Fred he said:
Tell me Darren, tell me son, you understand the deed you done, you killed a man and fled the scene like a snoop shit dog with it’s tail between.

Dozy Darren, he replied:
I did know the man was slain, if I could go back,  in time again, I would not drove, like I had done, I was only having fun.

Detective Fred he said:
If you call slain, having fun, you better think again my son, if you call fun, creating mess, your dafter than I thought, I guess.
 
Dozy Darren, he replied:
I did not mean to kill that man, please tell his mum, I am sorry, yes I am, I ran away, cos my head was bashed and my old man’s car I had smashed 

Detective Fred he said:
Darren, Darren, what do we do, what do we do with kids like you, you kill and maim and run away, home to bed and another day. The mess that you did leave behind, will stay with a family a long long time and in a week you will be on the street, high fiving the old mates you will meet.

Dozy Darren, he replied:

Sorry, I won’t do it again.

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