The little girl studied the uniform closely, sniffling.
“Are you really a policeman?” she asked through tears.
“Yes,” he smiled kindly. “See my uniform? That’s how you know.”
She nodded, took a shaky breath, and whispered,
“I… I committed a cri:me.”
The officer kept his voice calm. “Alright. You can tell me. I’m listening.”
Her lip trembled. “Will you put me in jail?”
“That depends,” he said softly. “What happened?”
She burst into tears, words tumbling out between sobs.
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