[ She turns and looks at her reflection in a nearby mirror, mouth pressing into a thoughtful, thinner line for a moment. ]
A detective, huh? I'm jealous. I wanted to be one, when I was a kid.
[ And she'd acted on it. Hadn't she? She meant to.
She shakes off the memory, squaring her shoulders, reaching up to undo that one straining button. ]
As coats for detectives go, I don't think you can go wrong with this one. It's a classic style and the color lends itself well to creeping around, you know?
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[ She turns and looks at her reflection in a nearby mirror, mouth pressing into a thoughtful, thinner line for a moment. ]
A detective, huh? I'm jealous. I wanted to be one, when I was a kid.
[ And she'd acted on it. Hadn't she? She meant to.
She shakes off the memory, squaring her shoulders, reaching up to undo that one straining button. ]
As coats for detectives go, I don't think you can go wrong with this one. It's a classic style and the color lends itself well to creeping around, you know?