Trooper Station; Monday [ 02/22 ].

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Angua had lifted her eyes from her paperwork just in time to see what looked like a tumbleweed tumbling breezily across the quietness of the station. She arched an accusing eyebrow at Ralph, who just shrugged innocently and walked away, whistling a mournful open prairie tune.

Angua just shook her head and went back to work.

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