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One morning, one of the police officers arrived at his new workplace. Finally! He had been waiting for this promotion for so many years; he had been honest and fair, always helped those in need, and was one of the best law enforcers in his police station. Sitting down at the desk, he leaned back, placing his hands behind his head. Everything was great. All that remained was to tidy up and put his things away.
Opening the desk, he found a small, worn diary. There was no one around, and the police officer opened it.
The pages were stained, some were burned, and some were torn out. He flipped through it a bit and began to read:
"Father Glen... Supplier and extortionist. The people's favorite? How wrong they are. 26th
...Rest in peace, Father.
Zak Norton. Daddy's boy. Sent to study law to solve any problems. Smart. 27th
...Killed.
Laine Yench. Too eccentric. The police don't need people like that. Smells like bribery and drugs. 28th
...Maybe it's for the best. R.I.P.
Camila O'Lay. Drugs are illegal. Since she bought everything, she will have to face her judgment. Today. Evening.
...The city has been cleansed of all those who were dragging it down. The residents can sleep soundly. Police Inspector Joseph Barnaby."
The last entries were torn out. Who knows what else Joseph was going to tell us, but it's not important anymore.
Having finished reading, the police officer threw the diary into the trash can. There was a pipe on the desk, with some tobacco left in it.
"Life is beautiful!" he thought and lit a cigarette...
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