Warface

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So I have got my teeth into something at work. It is an old unsolved murder, not that old, not that unsolved. All this past week I have been living with it, spread out all over my desk, on the printer cabinet, the other chair, the floor. And I am a neat guy. I don't let shit pile up or stay that way, but at this stage I have to see all of it. I got the autopsy photos, the crime scene photos, recorded interviews, a million neighborhood canvas reports, toxicology results, property sheets, search warrant affidavits, dead end lead sheets, person pages, what have you.

I am happier than a pig in shit.


I keep asking myself, "Am I the only one who sees this?"

I'm not.


Not by a long shot.

For some reason this one fell through the cracks.




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I aim to fish it back out.




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I made lasagne for dinner.
I even made the noodles.

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I am going to have a delicious beverage now.



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