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Today, President Davenport was in town for a major Republican Party fundraiser

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Juliet sees Ray's face before she sees the rest of him. "Hey! How've you been do..." she trails off and stares at his sliminess. "Bad time?"

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"No, it's okay, I've had worse," Ray assures her. "Extraordinarily busy day at street level, thst's all. How've you been?"

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"Worse than this? You know you're puddling, don't you?" She sounds impressed, and slightly bemused, as she comes closer, trying to avoid getting any ectoplasm on her suit. "I feel all right." She's ticked off, actually, but it's nothing to do with the bar or Ray, so she won't dump her worries on him just yet.

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"I get that a lot. It's a hazard of the profession. Once I've stopped dripping a few good go-rounds with undiluted Dr. Bronner's Peppermint Soap will generally do the trick," Ray says. "It's not like the day a few years ago where an interdimensional portal of some kind opened up and connected a room in southern Manhattan to a warehouse full of overripe bananas."

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"How many soaps did you have to try before you found one that worked?" She gives him a sympathetic wince at the notion of the rotten bananas. "And this is what you wear when you trap ghosts?" and, about those bananas, "I hope it kept you in the same state." She can't imagine them having to hitch-hike their way back home, not with all of the gear he's wearing.

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"Honestly, I've lost count," Ray says. "Ectoplasm is an incredibly stubborn substance sometimes. At least it's relatively easy to get our hands on Dr. Bronner's- and my daughter doesn't object to the smell, either."

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"This is where Shawn would ask you if it tastes like anything," she says, sticking out her tongue. "Does it ever get stuck in your hair?"

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Ray grimaces. "Hard to describe, exactly, but mostly it tastes like about what you would expect to get in your mouth if you licked a taxicab," he says. "Not that I've ever actually done that, you understand. And yes. Yes it does. You can brush it out eventually if it does that, but it's still a disquieting experience."

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She cringes. "Oh wow. You've got to be in love with this job."

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"Wouldn't trade it for the world," Ray says. "I thought once that returning to purely academic living might be a nice change of pace, but after being stuck at the University of Melcena for a good few years I changed my mind and then some."

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"I couldn't stand a desk job," she admits in sympathy. "That's how I feel about being a cop...and you worked at a university? Did you teach?"

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"At Columbia, originally, very briefly," says Ray. "I was one of the first professors of parapsychology there. Didn't last long, we got our funding cut before a year was out. Melcena was another story. Mostly I spent my time there working as a professor's assistant in an alchemy lab. Things tended to explode. Someone had to write them down and go fish the professor out of the pile of rubble."

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"That takes a lot of smarts," she replies with a grin. And then, with a laugh, "at least they got you ready for your future."