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"The Adventures of Mo Hog, Private Eye" by carrieantonia
When she got up closer, I noticed that she looked as though she'd been crying. Immediately, she pulled a tissue from the pocket of her woolen trench coat to dab at her eyes, confirming my suspicions. We detective types are real observant, ya see. "How may I help you?"

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