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"Who do ya think I am lass? Not you'r runa'da mill honor-less pompom, I'm Ailill Mc*Fancy Irish name* D'ey can lock me in ere till I rot, I'll not be do'in a 'thin fer dem" he snorted indignantly.
 
Burle came into the room, dressed in a fancy business suit. "It's time for your trial, Miss McCloud," He said to Piper. Two large guards took each of her elbows, her hands still handcuffed behind her back.
 
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The guards led her to the police car. They sat on either side of her in the back, gripping her elbows. Burle got into the passenger side, another cop starting the engine. "We'll be heading to the courthouse now."
 
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