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Dignified Is Different
And then—of course, it had to happen—I tripped.
Hey, it really wasn't my fault. There was some damn thing lying on the floor, and I definitely didn't see it.
I fell forward like a sack of potatoes. I was just able to catch myself with my hands before I landed flat on my face.
And the cops were right behind me.
They could see... well, everything. Really everything.
No wonder – my ass was practically sticking up in the air like a lighthouse. The highest point of my entire body at that moment.
I was half cursing, half laughing, still drunk... and just thinking to myself:
Okay. I'd say dignified is different.

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