Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Officer Johnson shot Buzz a look of utter disdain, incredulous that a grown man would try to pin the blame on a girl. "Do you think I'm an idiot?" Officer Johnson scoffed. "A delicate young lady like her, taking on all of you?"

"She's not delicate!!! Officer, don't let her fool you!"

"Officer, really, it was her! You gotta believe us! We're the real victims here!"

A group of rough-looking teens were tearfully insisting on their victimhood, painting a near-comical picture.

Officer Johnson frowned. "You say she beat you up, then tell me, who was with her?"

"It was just her, all by herself!"

"Yeah, exactly! She took us all down on her own!"

After Buzz spoke, the group eagerly nodded, like a bunch of bobbleheads.

Officer Johnson's eyebrow twitched in irritation. This was an insult to his intelligence.

The girl's legs weren't even as thick as their arms. How could she single-handedly beat them up?

Who would believe such a story?

did she manage

sent me flying with just one

the nose. It's still bleeding, and

was knocking us out with one punch each! Officer, I'm not exaggerating,

"Shut up!"

it anymore and

all the blame onto a girl? Aren't you ashamed? She's a sweet and sensible girl, not someone who goes

can! Officer,

the verge of tears, heartbroken. They weren't lying,

was

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Officer Johnson just wouldn't

but feel a bit sorry

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she was just a delicate flower

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on Kruz, who

to be him who had beaten Buzz and

"No, Officer, it wasn't him! It was that