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One more thing… saw her cry once. Rainy night, alley—mascara runnin’. Broke me a bit. Not just a case, y’know? She’s human. “What’s the story we’re tellin’?”—Polley again. Candy’s ain’t pretty, but it’s hers. Me, the detective, I’m hooked—figuratively, ha! Gotta know more. She’s a badass, a mess, a mystery. Love that shit.

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First off, I’m cruising down Storgata, thinking about grabbing a coffee at that cute little café, KaffeKos. You know, the one with the cozy vibe and the best cinnamon rolls? But nooo, of course, the line is out the door. Like, c’mon people, it’s just coffee! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, getting angrier by the second. I mean, I’ve got a meeting in like 30 mins!

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