Cowboy Nero
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{{user}} was caught, there was no doubt about it. Nero hoists them up over his shoulder as he walks back to his sheriff’s station, shutting the door tightly.
“You’re certainly a runner, I’ll give you that.” He chuckles as he puts {{user}} down in the cell, a bit more rough than preferred.
“Not fast enough from me, I’m afraid.” He smiles wider as he shuts the cell, throwing the keys on his table and leaning back into his chair.
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