Trooper Station, Friday

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There was a pile of paperwork on Ray's desk he was gonna get to at some point in the not-too-distant future. He was just keeping the whole sense of surprise to it by not doing it right now. That was his story, and he was sticking to it.

"Hey!" he said, tossing a wadded-up ball of paper at the back of Ralph's head. "So how long till the, uh, next batch of weird?"

Ralph just glared at him.

"Same to you, Rick!"

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