MHA #5, Friday Morning
It was Friday. Ray had his shift on Friday. Ray... was not goin'.
See, Ray had a cold. A really bad cold. The kind of cold you, uh, had to scratch. And he was gonna be no use at the station like this anyway, right? So Ray was at home, in front of the TV, eating pizza off the arm of his chair and watching mindless stuff.
In his boxers.
Calling in sick was good, some days. Yep. The life of Sergeant Ray Kowalski was tough.
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See, Ray had a cold. A really bad cold. The kind of cold you, uh, had to scratch. And he was gonna be no use at the station like this anyway, right? So Ray was at home, in front of the TV, eating pizza off the arm of his chair and watching mindless stuff.
In his boxers.
Calling in sick was good, some days. Yep. The life of Sergeant Ray Kowalski was tough.
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