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Trooper Station, Friday
Ray wasn't sleeping. Really.
He was just, uh, closing his eyes from time to time.
For protracted amounts of time.
It was totally working. Totally. "Turtles," he mumbled, curling into his chair. "Don't abuse the turtles, Fraser."
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He was just, uh, closing his eyes from time to time.
For protracted amounts of time.
It was totally working. Totally. "Turtles," he mumbled, curling into his chair. "Don't abuse the turtles, Fraser."
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She felt she should say something, but she wasn't exactly sure what. She figured bringing over a cup of coffee for Kowalski might help, though. "You tell him, Sergeant," she offered, setting the mug down on his desk.
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Ray snapped up and alert. "Day!"
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Beat.
"Coffee. Right. Coffee's good, coffee's fine, how's your work, uh, Detective Constable?"
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Pause.
"No against regulation vehicles on the streets, either, while we're at it."
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"Okay then," he said, suddenly. "I'm goin' back to sleep."
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Bored. Bored. So bored.
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Well, this was the Fandom PD. Every day was Paperwork Day.
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To be fair, Daisy really had tried her hardest not to say it, but it seemed to have been a force much bigger than she.
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