Owen was sitting in the library working on some of his homework. He was pouring through some books trying to decipher what was going on around here. Some of it seemed fascinating but he obviously had gotten that done first and was stuck with the boring stuff. He decided to take this moment to stand up and stretch out. He glanced around at the
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She'd gotten good at that, however. No one called her 'short' and lived, so she couldn't act short.
She had a quill between her teeth as she turned around, and glanced at the only nearby table -- the one Owen had dropped his stuff on. She shifted the quill to the corner of her mouth. "Can I?" She used her elbow to point to the empty end of the table.
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She settles in a chair and plucks the quill out of her mouth. "Mmph. Sorry for the mess. I don't exactly know what I'm looking for."
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"Sorry, I know this probably looks insane. I'm not a stalker," she adds, getting a ruler out of her bag to sort the columns. "I'm a cop."
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Cops had a certain feel to them. "PI?"
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