[Nothing wrong with it? Dude, she's a cop; she could haul you in for sexual harrassment if she felt like it.] Pardon me for not sharing your definition of fun.
[You can hear the eyeroll in her voice. She kinda knows she's setting herself up for a sarcastic reply here. She's past caring.]
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[And her horse is higher, dude.] As a matter of fact, I did.
[A quiet scoff.] The first message, maybe. But I somehow doubt the second one was randomly generated.
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[ Kind of huffs at that ]
The second one? Oh, no, it was me. [ There's this slight sickeningly sweet tone he's applying when he mentions the word "me". ]
Hey now, don't get crabby. I respect your dedication to watch out for the little guys and girls.
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[She's . . . just going to ignore that "crabby" comment, thanks.]
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And no harm done. You still think I'm an asshole, God's up in his Heaven and all is right with the world.
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[You can hear the eyeroll in her voice. She kinda knows she's setting herself up for a sarcastic reply here. She's past caring.]
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I'd be shocked if our definitions of fun were similar. I'm a pretty twisted guy, after all.