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the waggoner § articles and general riff-raff exceeding your expectations of worthlessness.
anchors: none.
The boss was supposed to be out that day, canvasing a murder scene with Mahouney. Our intel was off, our cover almost blown, and I said the first thing that came to my mind:
"Hey Boss, uh, Syd's just checking forensics on our material witness. Very carefully."
Needless to say, it was this incident which prompted us to become freelance detectives.
No hard feelings though, now we can take turns having sex with girls on comfortable things like a couch and another woman instead of on beakers and test-tubes.
rawks § rad comments, dogg.
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