His name was Brett,
and sitting me in his hot seat
I felt a little anxious,
as I writhed and wiggled,
wanting to escape,
all the while trying
not to hyperventilate...
He proceeded to interrogate me
with a bright light in my face,
asking me all kinds of questions,
for his case..
I knew he was going to use
some tools from his trade,
so I just sat...
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