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You Freaking Know It's True
"Apparently, you've thought a lot about this, Dr. Frasier Crane," Detective Baker teased. "Come on, dude, you freaking know it's true. How else could we catch them? How else could they elude us?" "Let me get this straight," Baker said. "So what you mean is that any one of us involved in a case, say the NetKiller case for example, anyone on the 'good side' could do the same thing? Meet women, make love to them, and mutilate them?" "Absolutely." "Fascinating," Baker commented. "Isn't it?" Officer DeRosa said enthusiastically. "I meant fascinating that a sicko like you passed the psychological screening exam for the police academy." Officer DeRosa released the weight that he was spotting for Detective Baker. The barbell landed on Baker's chest. Detective Baker grunted dramaticall
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