Ok, here is the scene:
You are home at night with your loved ones. There is a knock on the door. You answer it. It is the police.
You ask them what is wrong and they tell you that you assaulted the girl who lives down the street.
You know you didn’t, although you do know she has…issues. So, you tell the police that you have not done anything to her, but that you know she is a troubled kid.
“So, you do admit you know her, right? I mean, know her well enough to know that she has problems?”, they ask.
You answer that you do.
They suggest that you come down to the station so that you can all discuss this in more detail.
You go.
At the police station, you are brought to a room and questioned for hours. Funny thing, while they were interested in the girl’s issues for a while, they have suddenly seemed to decide that you are lying to them. The questioning goes on for hours. They do, however, keep inviting you to tell them what they want to know. They tell you that things will go much easier.
Regardless of what you tell them…they lock you up. From there on, you are considered by most to be guilty of whatever it is that she says you did.
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