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"Oh, for god's sake, you went on to a prestigious university! You have such a short memory? Look at you! How quickly you forget! Remember you went to the police station? I was the one who interrogated you. Ring any bells?"

Hazel tilted her head and waved her hand, murmuring,

"Hey, stop being loud! You are making me nauseous!"

"What? Nauseous?"

Before Bradley got that, Hazel already stumbled towards the bathroom.

"Hey, wait! Be careful. Let me help you."

Looking at the punk lying on the ground, Bradley hesitated for a moment while other police officers came over.

He went over to explain what had happened and then handed his gun over to them.

"Hey you guys take care of this. I ... I got a family emergency. Gotta go."

Bradley hurriedly made up an excuse and ran towards the bathroom.

"Hazel! Hazel Hoffman!"

He ran to the bathroom, only to find that no one was there.

"Oh man, where did she go? Where is she? She is drunk! For god's sake, she is driving me crazy!"

He hurriedly walked down a street to find her.

Finally, he saw her staggering on a street.

"Hazel, Hazel! Wait! I'm gonna take you home!"

Bradley ran forward as fast as he did when he was in the running races at the police academy, and finally caught up with her.

"Hazel, Hazel! Wait!"

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"Get your hands off me! You dickhead!"

Hazel shouted and stamped while frowning.

When she pushed him away, she got wobbled like a tumbler, which made Bradley worried.

Finally, she fell into his arms, and her head hit his chest. It hurt.

"Hey, you stay on campus? What's your dorm number?"

Bradley held her and asked gently.

While Hazel was just gasping for breath, like an old bull.

After a while, she still didn't answer him, so he rubbed her face and asked,

"Hey, say something! It's cold. We can't just stand on the street all through the night! Come on. Say something! What's your dorm number? I'm taking you there."

Hazel rubbed her face against his chest as if she was gonna tell him her address. But to his surprise, she didn't. Instead, she began to cry loudly.

....

stunned

her and explained

at

Stop crying. You

me want to

just kept crying, cars besides going past

to freeze her heart. Leaning against Bradley, she kept crying for half

wet his

this, Bradley was heartbroken. After all, the leather

the hell are you crying like this? What's going

repeating these

***

Finally, Hazel gradually stopped.

her face covered with tears, raised her head,

say something like "Thank you" or "I'm

surprise, she

"I am so sleepy."

head and fell asleep in

can't

really have a

like a stone. What am I gonna

god's sake, remember, you made me, Hazel. Don't blame me

policeman, brought

wrong. I'm not thinking about anything. It's you.

should serve the people. I won't take anything from people

put Hazel on his

face was kind of

covered with tears. Her hair was sticking to it. There was also some dust

way to see her beautiful

like this, Bradley couldn't

beautiful women are a

his head and sighing, he went to the bathroom. He soaked a towel with hot water

back home almost exhausted him. So after cleaning up her face, Bradley was so tired. He then slept on the floor beside

of the night, he was shocked by the fact that there was a

more shocked was that

***

lord! She slept pretty

away the quilt that had been well

rolled up by her, which made her straight legs and

middle of the night, Bradley

tucked her in again,

found he

she's hot even

of the conclusions

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that his father was in

very late, two o'clock in the morning. But Atwood Smith was still drinking

are

you still up late in