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Holy shit, demons are real. I thought Sgt Harris was just pulling my leg when she told me they were. Some sort of hazing the new cops. Kim and I went to the bar to humor her, but man, she was serious. There were tons of demons there, with horns and tails and all sorts of weird stuff. I can't believe it, i mean this is totally weird. You'd think

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*opens the door to the apartment, humming*

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*looks up from the book he's reading*

Hey Kim, whats with the humming?

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*is practically skipping as she sets the picnic basket on the table before flopping down on the couch, legs dangling off the side*

I had the best day. Night. Something.

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*raises an eyebrow* Oh yeah, what happened? Does it explain why you went nuts with the cooking of fried chicken?

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*tries to look offended*

HEY! There is no shame in victory, Trick.

*smiles smugly*

I kicked his ass. Course, ya know, I kissed him too. Probably makes up for the whole, "In your face, Cowboy!" stuff.

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Dude, you gloated for twenty minutes when you beat me at Monopoly.

*stops short and looks at her*

You KISSED him? As in with your lips on his?

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Yes, but we didn't wager on that game of monopoly.

I got dinner and dancing out of beating him. I have plenty of time to gloat.

*arches an eyebrow*

Patrick, do I need to give you the talk about the birds and the bees again?

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No you don't Kimberly Sullivan but honestly. Kissing him? Please please tell me that you are kidding or making it sound worse than it was.