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Why and how am I getting roped into this? I don’t even see the alleged infraction, so there’s not much to go on without probable cause, without some kind of evidence. Grrrrrrrr.
Although . . . hmmmmmm. Ellipses Man, as he’s known around precinct headquarters here, does have a long rap sheet filled with violation after violation. I suppose I could haul him into an interrogation room and sweat him for an hour or two just to see which way he squirms. You never know what will fall out of a tree if you shake its branches enough. Grrrrrrr.
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(namecallers name-callers)
Hyphen-neglect? Really? REALLY? You, Stu, you would do this to me? Knowing full well that I am a founder father and a proud card-carrying member of the Hyphen-Protection League? This cuts deeply, I may have to see the precinct captain about reassignment to a different partner, or better yet, letting me go without a partner at all. I’d hate to think that some ne’er-do-well put you up to this, caught you in a carrot-and-stick bribery scheme, or quid-pro-quo corruption deal. I doubt you’d fall for some deer-in-the-headlights game, I thought I knew you better than that. Just tell me it was unintentional, a momentary slip, and I can give it the ol’ let-bygones-be-bygones approach. Grrrrrrr.
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Hello, my name is Jane S, and I’ve hacked into Randy’s account to post in ways that will embarrass him and shame him, quite similar to what he does to me by showing up on my doorstep with the misguided expectation of being let in. Long love the restraining order system! Grrrrrrr.
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Benedict Arnold 