Liethell
Psych
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#293
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"Creepy cops?" She turns to Harold, whose eyes are widened in the slightest hint of concern.
"What restaurant?" He grips the ladder and remains about a foot off the ground. Trissie pats his shoulder and starts to lead him closer to the ladder.
"Harold'll track down Leet, I'll take yeh back home, safe 'n' sound. I don't think it'll do getting you mixed up with the authorities so soon."
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Posted 01-29-2014, 08:48 PM
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