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Tim is home from one of his frequent trips to California. That always makes her happy. There's something about the way he smiles at her, something that lightens Cassandra's steps. Makes her feel like singing, even though she only knows the words to a very few songs.
Tonight isn't a singing night. The Scarecrow is still on the loose, after all.
Business needs attending to.
Why is it that Cassandra can only think about getting a new dress for the next time she sees Tim...?
Surveillance. Right. Mind on mission.
Tonight isn't a singing night. The Scarecrow is still on the loose, after all.
Business needs attending to.
Why is it that Cassandra can only think about getting a new dress for the next time she sees Tim...?
Surveillance. Right. Mind on mission.