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0000Verity 0000Yafuso


Child Protective Services


'Carol anwser line two.' Patti says.
'Pass me a donut.'
Carol listens sipping cappaccino,
making a list of erronds she has to run,
reading protocall off the computer.
Carol sounds concerned
a kids future relies on her 'interest'
Carol picks up a donut (munching, munching) says
'with out more evidence and he won't talk. There's not
much we can do.'
Bea Bea embarrased she called. Bea Hung up
Carol and Patti used protocall. Back to donuts'n coffee.
Visits continue...he's getting his money back! ! ! ! ! ! !

Submitted: Friday, November 02, 2007
Edited: Thursday, April 21, 2011

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