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This weeks words: bark, native, appropriate
But enough wallowing in old memories, I told myself. Jasper had instructed me to write my report on what I could remember from last night’s undercover shift, I shouldn’t let him down.
I was glad of the new phones that
replaced police notebooks, I could stay under the blanket.
I hated report writing, I can
still hear my old training Sergeant’s sarcastic drone, “Ellis, the notebook is
not the place for your native wit or inappropriate language.” Miserable git, he
was.
Where to start? What can I remember from the haze? I glanced down at my barked knuckles
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