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Danny looked up to watch them go, but then he turned back to his drawing to make sure he was getting it right. "Mmm, maybe," he said, as the face he was sketching began to take shape. Then he paused and looked up at his brother. "You were going to be a cop? That's really cool. I don't think I could do it, but I really like cops. I know we're teenagers and we're supposed to be all 'fuck the man' or whatever, but when I was seven, cops held my hand and they took care of my frantic mother. They were so careful about asking me questions to get the whole story out in a way that didn't cause me more panic. They made me feel safe. I won't forget that."