The man was magnetic. That was for sure. I just didn't realize that the people who called the police station were being literal. I thought we would be walking into a fight between him and an errant boyfriend. There he was, though, standing in the middle of Church Street screaming at the top of his lungs and desperately trying to get away from a metal pole he seemed to be stuck to. I looked around to see if there was any indication of a joke. Then I looked into the sun filled blue sky to see if a flying saucer was hovering overhead. I saw neither.
I sighed and started to stroll over. I was I going to handle this one?
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