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Another A/O drabble. Enjoy!
Olivia gets home from work exhausted from today's case. A fifteen-year-old boy who was molested by his stepfather but also molested twelve younger boys, and we took him to trial, but he was acquitted.
She sits down beside me on the couch and I wrap my arms around her, kissing the crown of her head. "The good guys don't always win," I tell her, although I'm unsure whether I'm saying it to reassure her or just stating a fact.
Olivia shakes her head, leaning back against me and sighing deeply. "That's not it. Sometimes there just aren't any good guys."
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