He updated his report, doing his best to tune out the two men who staggered into the police station, dragging each other.	"I want you to arrest this idiot bastard," the taller one shouted, face contorted with rage. "He shit on my front porch!"	Your dog shits all over my yard every day," the other one countered shoving.	Calm down, please," Leila said when they reached reception.	The tall one thumped a fist on the counter. "I want to make a police report. I stepped in that shit!"	Chase checked out the floor behind them, the questionable footprints. Made a mental note to walk around them when he left.
Dana Marton, Broslin Bride: Gone and Done it
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