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  <title>Comments on 'Cops and Donuts and Other Cliches'</title>
  <subtitle>The interrogation, such as it was, took place at the donut shop a few shops over. I almost laughed at the irony, but thank goodness I didn't. The cop didn't look like he'd appreciate the humor as much as he was appreciating a cruller and a boston cream.

His mouth half full, he started amiably enough, &amp;quot;So, I made some calls, checked you out. Clean rap sheet. No truancy. Still, I got two buts.&amp;quot;

I almost made a crack about he looked like a three or four butt man to me, but thankfully I was still a little numb from the excitement.

&amp;quot;But 1, you run with tough characters, real regulars on the naughty list.&amp;quot; He paused, let that sink in, like I didn't know, Like I'd give a crap. &amp;quot;But 2, the perps are saying you and your pals were in on some scam with them, that you're just as guilty.&amp;quot;

Excuses and maneuvers ran through my head like rats on crack. I let my puzzlement look like innocent shock to be so implicated.

&amp;quot;Gosh,&amp;quot; I offered, &amp;quot;I was just tryin to help, officer.&amp;quot; I think he bought it.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-05-16T07:44:13Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Cops and Donuts and Other Cliches</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The rating system is stuffed. I had to click 5 times to rate this story. Great work on the sarcasm.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-16T07:44:13Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>PyroPunk 51 (PPP LoA)</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Cops and Donuts and Other Cliches</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sequelled&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-10T14:48:36Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Never Explain</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Cops and Donuts and Other Cliches</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;love the sacrasim  that he manages to keep to himself.. smart guy lol.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-08T18:21:26Z</published>
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      <name>SKermitgorf</name>
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