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A Tale of Two Choices by Bassoonist
"She did not trust you. She knew that you would look in the passage. You have failed her and you must be punished."

The man, a middle aged fellow with whiskers and a heavy paunch, grabbed Dorothea by the hair and pulled. Dorothea screamed her agony, the sound travelling into the noise of the day.

"Be quiet you wench. I don't want to attract attention. Now give me those tubes."

"Shall not. If you don't let go of my hair I will smash them on the pavement and scream. Look, there's a bobby." Dorothea pointed to a police man walking across the road, not yet aware of this young woman being attacked.

"Who would he believe though? A guttersnipe like you, or a respectable magistrate? Now give me those tubes." Dorothea noticed the sweat on the man's brow. He was obviously worried about her threat to smash them. But he had a point about who was the more reliable witness in the eyes of the law.
She hands over the tubes
End Of Story

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