I had a job to do. An important one. No sir, her sweet perfume and criss-crossed nylon leg coverers weren't going to sway me. She leaned against the doorway and it creaked in pain. Or perhaps that was her ass. The Lord God Savior likes to keep mysteries in the world, and far be it from me to question him. I'm a detective, and she's a not-detective
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Back in high school, Excelsior was scribbled on every folder I had. I wish I were as driven as I was back then. *sigh*
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