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- Hey. - Hey.

Think the roads are open yet?

I gotta testify in the Grant Meyers trial tomorrow, so I gotta get back.

I hope they fry that bastard.

Should we really be talking about this, right now?

I mean,

this is kind of big.

Maybe we should take like 5 minutes to...

Talk about... what we did last night?

Well, yeah.

What it meant,

what it means...

for us.

If anything.

I've got a problem that... I should deal with.

What are you gonna tell him?

You wanna know how I feel?

Yeah.

No. I...

I just wanna know how I feel.

Well, it wasn't planned.

The murder wasn't, not according to my investigation.

Although, Grant Meyers was working on the date for months.

Anne Rappaport's favourite band at the Orp Eum,

then to a room at the Medici Hotel.

When you responded to the call at the hotel, what did you find?

Anne Rappaport, dead.

Sprawled out on a comforter, blood, booze, cocaine,

and Grant Meyers in custody.

Look, I think we all know that I'm fine with direct examination.

Shouldn't we be talking about what to expect from the defence on cross?

We know they're going for the third party defence.

You heard the defendant's story.

Went out for a pack of cigarettes,

during that ten minutes, someone else killed Anne Rappaport.

The balls on this kid.

He washes the blood off his hands and then leaves to hide a murder weapon,

and we're supposed to blame a third party?

Maybe a ghost killed Anne Rappaport?

Maybe Casper stabbed her.

I'll see you people in the morning.

I wish we'd found the murder weapon.

Well, the kid hid it good when he left to create the alibi.

But even without it, it's still a slam dunk case, Rene.

No such thing.

My case is you.

We're as solid as your judgment.

Well, then we're good.

Garret will be here at 7 a.m.

I'll be in at 10:00 to cover for him while he testifies.

But now I have a long overdue date with my bed.

And your Aussie beau?

You two getting pretty serious, no?

I don't ask you about your sex life.

I wouldn't mind.

Yeah, I would.

Hey.

Hey.

Uh, dumpster driver just found this at municipal refuse.

It's a towel from the Medici hotel.

Two days into the trial?

The guy saw the hotel logo on the news last night and thought there was a reward.

Okay, what can you get me in 13 hours, Nige?

Well, I can match the blood against the Anne Rappaport samples.

Prints are gone, though.

If I can find viable sweat or skin cells,

I can maybe get sex and blood type. If and maybe.

Get 'em. Uh, Woody,

give Walcott's office the heads up on this.

And Nige, everything you've got in real time.

Hey, you coming?

Uh, you go ahead.

Jordan, I can't talk right now.

Well, you need to know. We've got new evidence.

Whatever it is, I'll handle it in the morning.

I really can't talk.

Thanks.

Have you been drinking tonight, Dr. Macy?

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Have you tried all his numbers?

Over and over again. No answer.

Dr. Macy has never missed a shift.

So what's on the agenda, anyway?

Lily needs signatures on a stack of death certificates,

the intake is backed up, and the freight elevator is sticky.

Dr. Cavanaugh, what point do you...

Give him a bit, I'm sure he's fine.

Your personal effects are ringing.

I don't know which is worse, Garret.

The stupidity or the timing.

I took a right on a red. That's it.

And yet the police report showed a blood alcohol count of .12.

Defective breathalyser. I'll fight the charges.

There will be no charges.

Thank you very much for putting me in that position.

You were there, Rene.

I had half a bottle of wine.

You had the other half.

Half a bottle?

.12?

My office prosecuted over 200 DUI cases last year, Garret.

If you got something to say, why don't you just go ahead and say it.

You have two hours to get cleaned up and get to court.

More the same.

The blood is Anne Rappaport's,

patches of sweat left behind by a secreter who is... male A+.

The defendant's A+.

Any chance he used it to wrap up the knife?

No.

I checked for indicative cuts and stains.

There's nothing.

Walcott's gonna want DNA tests.

DNA?

It's gonna take a lot to undo six months at the municipal dump.

It's a waste of time and resources, really.

This rich kid murdered his date because she stopped him at second base.

He was out on bail nine hours later.

Do you wanna know what he did next?

He made a 20K dent on daddy's platinum card buying up liquor and bling

like nothing ever happened.

Find time, Nigel.

Find the resources.

I'll be right there.

That's funny.

Will you help me out? It stinks in here.

It's a little sticky. ??

Come on, we've gotta grab hold of them at the same time and...

Holy Mary.

Morning, Bug.

Oh, hey.

Just dropping off the final report on the Kennerman mini-van thing.

Wow, that was quick.

Yeah, well, I don't like backlogs.

They were out of blueberry, so I got you chocolate explosion.

Come on in.

Thank you.

I thought the DA's office was weird.

Aft. I said aft. It means back.

I thought you said ass.

Why didn't you just say "back"? Or "tail fins".

?? It seemed appropriate.

Ooh, Bug, this has you written all over it.

I don't think we need an autopsy.

It was the Gorton's fisherman in the Atlantic ocean with the big hook.

Oh, no, this gets way better.

I got a call from Lincoln Wharf fishery.

I expect a robbery, they show me this.

Nine stab wounds in total.

What kind of knife was used?

Steak knife from the Medici.

Since the murder weapon has not been found, how can you be sure?

We matched the wounds on the body to a duplicate knife from the same hotel.

Were you able to connect the defendant forensically with this type of knife?

We found traces of oak on his hands.

Bruising and abrasions were consistent with the handle of the duplicate knife.

DNA evidence, fingerprints, blood spatter, trace and abrasions.

Did you form an opinion based on all this evidence, Dr. Macy?

It all suggests that Grant Meyers murdered Anne Rappaport.

Suggest strongly or weakly?

In my professional opinion, conclusively.

Mortuaries can't work without death certificates.

Just sign on the X.

Yeah, but it's not quite as simple as that, Lily.

Plus, you know, Garret's gonna be back soon, anyway. So...

Jordan, just sign on the X.

Hi, gorgeous.

Oh, JD, hi.

Uh, you know what? I have zero time to talk right now.

Oh, I don't want to talk. I want to eat.

Hotdogs, the State Street guy. I'm buying.

Guys, honestly, I...

What are we doing?

I'm kind of off red meat right now.

Oh, hush. That's not what I've heard.

Pollack's got a ring in his pocket.

I wanna see if he pops any questions.

Who's gonna miss you for an hour?

You.

Sorry, crazy day.

But you can sneak out for lunch.

It's always crazy around here.

Uh, we'll catch up later then.

Oh!

I'm guessing she's a Jane Doe, huh?

She's not a Jane Doe until we fail to identify her.

So what can you get from just an arm?

Fingerprint, if she's on record.

She's on record.

I tried her 50 times.

Look for larceny and prostitution.

What, are you psychic?

No. Look at her.

Tattoo of a devil.

And then those are probably track marks.

- Hey. - Yeah, or bloating or predation.

Right now she's just a victim, a person.

If it quacks like a duck.

She's not a duck! Go away!

What's the word, Bug?

No tissue haemorrhaging.

She died before the shark got her.

I'm gonna run trace, tox, radioisotope tests...

Radioisotope test?

Carbon deposits in the bone.

Lets us know where she grew up.

Lily and Brandau, huh?

I figured if she was gonna go for a dork, it'd be you.

No offence.

Hey.

Any way to tell if she fired a gun?

I suppose I can test for trace gun metal. Why?

No ID, but she matched a phantom print from a day time burglary.

One home owner of Mike Daley was shot and killed.

Positive for steel alloy.

She did fire a gun.

Beginning to look like the dork was right.

I believe you used the word "conclusively" in damning my client.

Did your investigation conclusively eliminate the possibility that

there was somebody else in that hotel room?

We ran every fingerprint in the suite.

Sixty-eight total.

Fifty-seven were hotel employees, nine previous guests.

The other two belonged to your client and the victim.

This is a receipt which the police found on Mr. Meyers.

It's from a corner store two blocks from the hotel.

It's stamped 1:20 a.m.

That's about the time Miss Rappaport was killed, correct?

Yes, roughly.

So it is possible...

that someone else entered the room in his absence and killed Miss Rappaport.

There is no evidence of a third party, Mr. McBride.

The only evidence on Miss Rappaport's body came from your client.

One plus one equals two, not three.

Where were you at 10:55 last night?

Sidebar, Your Honor?

I know where Mr. McBride is going with this, Judge Marshall.

It is beyond the scope and has no relevance to this case.

Dr. Macy was arrested last night.

DUI, .12.

How is it relevant, Mr. McBride?

I'd say it calls his judgment into question, wouldn't you?

That is a giant leap, Your Honor.

Then why did you have the charges quashed?

Unless Dr. Macy was three sheets to the wind while he was investigating the case,

it is irrelevant.

Let it go, Mr. McBride.

Yes, Your Honor.

Dr. Macy, it's your opinion based on your reading of the evidence that

Grant Meyers killed Anne Rappaport, is that correct?

Yes, it is.

Thank you, no further questions.

That's it, Mr. McBride?

Dr. Macy's opinions appear to be set in stone, Your Honor.

Ms. Walcott.

Your Honor, the prosecution rests.

Garret.

Oh, thank god, are you okay?

Of course I'm okay. I've been in court.

Yeah, but this morning, I...

Dr. M, great, I've been meaning to...

No, Nigel, please, not now.

Everybody stop! Just shut up! The next person who talks gets fired!

That was uncalled for, don't you think?

You missed a shift, not them.

Can I just have two seconds to myself, please?

What happened last night when I called you?

Where were you this morning?

If you can't cover a shift by yourself,

you have no business calling yourself a doctor.

Garret, we were worried about you!

Dr. Jordan Cavanaugh?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Is that what I think it is?

The matter of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts v. Grant Meyers.

You weren't even a part of this investigation.

Why would Rene subpoena you?

Uh, she didn't.

I've been called as a witness for the defence.

Why am I being called as a witness for the defence?

My case relies on Garret's testimony.

They can't count on the evidence, so they're smearing him.

Do I have any reason to be concerned?

I'm not sure what you're asking.

Does Garret have a drinking problem?

You know Garret.

He's got a bottle in his desk for when he's had a tough day.

You've had a drink from it, so have I.

In fact, let's talk about it over by that nice wet bar you've got over there.

That is not an answer.

My answer is... no, of course not.

Good.

You two feed that back to McBride,

we should be able to ride out the smear campaign.

Two? Who else?

Nigel, good.

Ms. Walcott.

We need to prep. That means focus.

No tangents, no cockney slang, no rambling metaphors.

Keep your answers short and on point.

Why is your drinking suddenly an issue?

You'd have to ask the defence attorney.

Walcott asked me about it, Garret.

And I lied to her.

It's not just a glass at the end of your shift anymore.

Go home, Jordan.

I can't protect you

- if I don't know what's going on. - There's nothing to protect.

Just tell the truth.

GPS on the left, 3D fishing radar on the right.

They caught our shark here.

It could have eaten the arm anywhere in this area.

Wow.

How many hours have you been working on this?

Now, our shark can't stop swimming, his intestine is a timeline.

The sea life and the diatoms I found in him can only live in certain conditions, so...

a full mile stretch of Broad Sound by Revere Beach.

Still too large to search.

Mm.

Maybe not.

Get some sleep, you look like crap. I've got this.

What are you gonna do?

Uh, you know I love your little surprise planned rendezvous' but...

today is so not the day.

I'm not here for romance.

I just found out some disturbing information.

I know this PI.

Ex-cop.

He sold some intel to Grant Meyers' attorney.

Now the PI's slimy, he wanted two fees for the price of one,

so he came to me with the two.

What is it?

Dr. Macy was arrested last night.

DUI.

He spent the night in the clink

and the DA made the charges disappear.

You're not printing this, right?

I'll hold off until it breaks in court.

Which it's bound to do.

Oh, god.

You wanna talk?

Not about this.

About something else then?

Later, okay?

The killer grabs the handle, trace stays on the hand.

We found oak on Grant Meyers.

Wouldn't traces of the handle come off just eating his steak?

Yes, some, but that's where the degree of transfer comes in.

Abrasions, tears in the skin,

bruise patterns indicate force way over that of cutting a steak.

Is there a working scale for that sort of thing?

Under X amount of bruising means dinner,

over X amount means murder?

There's no official scale.

So, it's a matter of judgment then.

Assessment of evidence is judgment.

Sometimes we have to extravagate.

Who conducted the tests on Mr. Meyers hand?

Dr. Macy.

And who assessed the abrasions?

Uh, Dr. Macy.

Did Dr. Macy assess the DNA evidence?

- Yes. - Who assessed the finger print evidence?

Dr. Macy.

So, is it fair to say that all the forensic evidence in this case

was interpreted by Dr. Macy?

Yes, I suppose so.

Thank you, no further questions.

You putting her away?

Yeah.

Jane Doe #1, 2006.

When other people hand me their Jane Doe reports,

they use it as a clinical term, like, cadaver.

You say it like a proper name.

Everybody deserves a name.

Matt, what is this?

Talked to a few harbor patrol buddies into hitting Broad Sound with their shiny new radar.

We were looking for scattered body parts and... found this.

Livor must have set in before she was folded in.

Her arm was sawed off to close the trunk.

Both were thrown in the drink.

Dr. Cavanaugh, at 10:55 two nights ago,

did you have a phone conversation with Dr. Macy?

Your Honor, counsel is trying to sneak in the back door.

Is it relevant, Mr. McBride?

Phone records indicate Dr. Cavanaugh called Dr. Macy at that time, sir.

Was it case related, Dr. Cavanaugh?

There was no conversation, Judge Marshall.

He said that he couldn't talk.

Did he say why?

Wait your turn, sir.

So nothing transpired that has any bearing on this matter?

Yes, Your Honor, nothing.

Keep it on point, counsellor.

Yes, sir.

Dr. Cavanaugh, does Dr. Macy have a drinking problem?

- Your Honor! - I made a ruling on this matter.

You ruled his DUI arrest inadmissible.

The jury will disregard counsel's remark.

You are flirting with contempt, Mr. McBride.

I'm sorry, Judge, but an impaired ME is not irrelevant.

And if you won't let me explore the degree of his impairment,

you're simply handing me a reversible error.

Ms. Walcott.

A clear case of killing the messenger, Your Honor.

The evidence is overwhelming,

so Mr. McBride is trying to tarnish Dr. Macy.

Either Dr. Macy is a drunk or he isn't.

Shouldn't we know which it is?

Watch your language, Mr. McBride.

Confine yourself to that point.

Dr. Cavanaugh...

In your professional opinion as a physician,

does Dr. Macy have a drinking problem?

I'm a medical examiner.

When he dies, bring me his liver, we'll talk.

Let me rephrase.

Have you ever seen Dr. Macy take a drink while on duty?

Yes. / Could you speak up, doctor, the jury can't hear you.

Yes. But that doesn't mean...

I have no further questions for this witness, Your Honor.

- Garret. - Just don't.

Will you look at me?

So can we talk about this now?

That's great work, you two.

If McBride makes this stick,

every conviction on every case you've ever investigated will be open to challenge.

We've got tonight.

I'll go over everything myself.

Present it all over again.

We'll take character assassination out of the loop.

It'll just look like you're covering.

You got a better idea?

Spatter corresponds to the wound in jibes with Dr. Macy's observations.

Nine of nine, perfect.

Yeah, great.

What are you so upset about?

You and Dr. M. were in lock step.

Walcott's right.

The jury will smell it even if I just skew the party line.

So you were hoping he screwed up?

I was hoping he missed something.

But he covered everything.

Well, not everything. We still have that towel that Woody brought in.

Which he never saw. Do we have DNA yet?

Still processing. I told you...

It's all we've got. Let's check it out.

This is the only bullet that's still in her.

The other two went through and through.

Give me a status of your case, Bug.

What did you find in trace?

Crack, heroin, a who's who of narcotics.

Hey, the striations match.

Jane Doe was shot with the same gun she used to kill Mike Daley.

Excuse me.

These bullets are different.

The ones that came from Daley are more worn, mushroomed.

What would account for that, Bug?

I don't know.

Did you run computer simulations?

- No... - Did you test for DNA?

I'll do that.

Why don't you do that now?

Hey.

That guy's been busting his hump on this case.

Excuse me, detective?

You don't need to be such a hard ass.

Don't tell me how to run my morgue, Seely.

It may not be yours long.

There's a lot of talk around the precinct, you know.

Hey, Nigel, you're a scientist.

Maybe you can figure out this new fangled coffee machine.

What are you doing here?

I didn't feel like hanging out at the station and I didn't feel like going home.

Nige,

ever waited for a woman to make up her mind?

It's like watching paint dry...

on your eyeballs.

You know what? God bless the Aussie, he can have her.

She's making up her mind, hey?

Well, my money was on her giving him a flat out no.

I didn't think she'd even consider marriage.

What?

He's gonna propose.

Hey.

Hey.

I used to have one of these.

No kidding?

When I was little.

I'd get so excited when my mum would buy me a new charm.

I'd stay up all night trying to reshuffle them into the exact chronological order.

Yeah, well, I don't think that was her system.

The devil came before the graduation cap.

That's where I kept my chesty lion.

You what?

Chesty lion.

Be nice.

You can't pick your high school mascot.

There's a list of towns on that desk with the radioisotope test. Could you...

Lizzie was a varsity cheerleader,

honor roll, student council.

Kind of girl who could do it all, huh?

Yeah.

I've waited six years for this phone call.

What happened six years ago?

Lizzie went to college.

Found her way into drugs.

Then she found a boyfriend from hell.

She disappeared.

She stole our cash, my wife's jewellery...

Was it?

Was it Lizzie?

Mr. Cartland.

Can you tell us about the boyfriend?

Hey, Nige, did I happen to see Woody here earlier?

Jordan,

I am never again going to stick my nose in other people's business.

Where did that come from?

Oh my god.

The sweat on the towel negative.

So it doesn't match Grant Meyers.

There was a third party.

Boston PD: Interrogation

If he did it, Boston PD: Interrogation

he's one smart junkie.

No saw, no blood, no stolen goods.

Nothing to peg him to Lizzie's or Mike Daley's murder.

So let's force a confession.

Let's go.

Hey, you're an ME. You don't do interrogation.

Woody lets Jordan do it all the time.

Come on, Seely, look at this guy, he's scum.

If we let him walk, we do a disservice to her.

What "her" are we talking about here?

Jane Doe, Liz Cartland, or Lily Lebowski?

I don't own a 38, I don't rob houses and I haven't seen Lizzie in months.

How many ways can I answer the same questions?

Doesn't he talk?

Murder one carries a life sentence.

You work with us, maybe we can get a knock down to murder two.

That's fifteen years.

I guess my lawyer will revise me of all that.

I get one for free, right?

This is ridiculous.

We're not having this conversation again.

Let's just put him in the line up.

Can I see you outside for a second?

The witness doesn't want to be involved.

The witness is sitting in observation.

He doesn't want to go on record.

She grabbed the gun.

Got three bullets with his name on it.

By the time they hit Mike Daley...

She was a junkie, all right?

The lifesavers were the paramedics who kept Daley from bleeding out,

got him to Boston General.

Which they wouldn't have been able to do if Lizzie hadn't have been so brave.

She saved his life, damn it!

He has to help bring her killer to justice.

We're done talking about this.

No, you're done. I'm calling the DA.

So...

Where were we?

You said fifteen years, right?

Thanks for helping, Woody.

Listen, I haven't really been able to talk to Pollack yet.

But if you wanna fire any questions...

No way.

You gotta talk to Pollack first.

Uh, what does that mean?

Nothing.

Okay.

So I'm Grant Meyers.

I've been planning this date for months.

The best concert, the most drugs, the swankiest hotel.

And I'm Anne Rappaport.

I've got this cute, rich boy treating me like a queen.

This is just a little weird.

Do you want me to play the boy?

I'm Grant Meyers...

And this evening's finally starting to pay off.

But maybe I get a little too aggressive.

Grant!

But all I wanna do is get out of here.

But I'm not gonna let that happen.

So I scream.

And I panic.

Okay, so now you're dead and I need to wrap your body up in something.

Excuse me.

Am I interrupting anything?

When did you get here?

So, uh, what is this?

Some kind of crime recreation theatre?

Yeah, kind of.

Something the Cavanaugh family players used to perform back in the days of a...

well, the Cavanaugh family.

The timing's actually perfect. We're just in need of a third party.

So this, uh, third party.

What's he all about?

Dr. Macy's observations were correct.

This murder was a one-man job.

Meyers' phone records showed that he did not call anyone.

So the third party was a stranger who came in after the fact.

The only strangers who have access to a hotel room are hotel employees.

The maid wouldn't come in at night.

Security came in later and busted him.

Yeah, but room service.

Okay, uh, steak first and... dessert came in separately.

I ordered it earlier but right now all I could think about was getting the blood off my hands.

So I knock.

Room service. No answer.

I come in.

And then you see me.

You lean in to see if I'm dead.

Then you get blood on your hands.

A witness.

I'm screwed.

I should run and call security.

But you don't. Why not?

Cash?

My credit card, I bribe you.

With plastic? What do you take me for?

You can just cancel the card, or trace it back to me.

And you can just call the cops.

It's a win-win for you.

Drop 25 grand on me, if it doesn't work, drop a dime.

Five male Medici employees from room service 222 that night.

Even if we find them, we've got no proof that they were there.

Woody, wrangle these guys up ASAP.

Nigel, set up a blood type test and match the sweat.

I've gotta get to court, try to figure out a way to nail this kid

and save Macy's ass.

What are you gonna do?

I have no idea.

Stall.

You're still under oath, Dr. Cavanaugh.

Yes, Your Honor.

Dr. Cavanaugh, where were you educated?

U-Mass undergrad, pre-med.

Tufts University Medical.

Go Jumbos.

How long have you worked as a medical examiner?

The defence stipulates Dr. Cavanaugh's qualifications, Your Honor.

Move on then, Ms. Walcott.

Yes, sir.

Did you work on this case?

Not until last night.

Because of Mr. McBride's tactics,

I wanted to make sure the jury understands the evidence in this case is solid.

I went over every piece of evidence

to make certain that Dr. Macy's interpretations were indeed correct.

Wound #1 is a defensive wound.

Right here, fellas.

Right here on that spot.

You saw that girl. How old was she?

19?

Come on, Nigel, my grandmother prepares blood-type analysis faster.

All set.

Hold out your hands, laddies.

That's a nice watch for a hotel employee.

Wound #6 punctured a lung.

Blood then flooded her respiratory system thus suffocating her.

Your Honor, it has become obvious that

Dr. Cavanaugh is just parroting her bosses version of events.

It does seem to be a waste of time.

Do you have anything new, doctor?

Yes, Your Honor, I do.

We found a towel from the Medici Hotel.

It provides evidence that there was indeed a third party in that hotel room

when Anne Rappaport died.

Recess, Your Honor?

Chambers, I think.

All three of you.

Are you sure you want to see this?

Yes, please.

Your daughter had a drug problem, a boyfriend problem,

and she was a thief. But...

her life ended because she took three bullets for an innocent stranger.

What?

She and Trent were robbing a home when the owners surprised them.

Trent didn't want to leave a witness.

But Lizzie wouldn't have it.

She grabbed the gun and she got in the way.

- Things... - Things fell apart.

You should know,

in the moment of truth, your daughter did the bravest thing possible.

And you should know,

she never took this off.

Hi, dad.

Abby, what are you doing here, sweetie?

I'm on break.

Thought I'd surprise you.

Maybe, uh, come crash here for a little while?

Absolutely, that sounds great.

So what have you been up to, anyways?

Garret?

You have a drinking problem.

You gotta get some help.

Find AA, find triple A, find Jesus, find jigsaw puzzles,

I don't care, but...

I will not enable you anymore.

You have to own this,

and you have to beat it.

And if you don't, I'm going to ask that you be removed from your post.

Sorry you had to hear that, Abby.

It's good to see you.

Let's go home, Abigail.

Well, maybe if you'd gotten there in time for the blueberry muffin,

then your reward would...

Oh, hold on a second.

Uh, excuse me.

What the hell was that?

Do you remember three years ago when I declared my feelings for you?

And you let me down easy, said I was your only friend,

I understood, said it was okay.

Of course I do.

I lied.

It's not okay.

I loved you then

and I haven't stopped.

Wait.

Why are you telling me this now?

I am sick of regretting a moment of fear.

And I've learnt it's never too late to do the brave thing.

What are you doing out here?

I'm not really feeling the open door policy.

Okay.

Why don't you come in.

Uh, there's something we need to talk about.

I, uh...

Slept with Woody?

You know?

I watched the, uh,

body language at the make-believe hotel.

I'm not an idiot.

Sorry.

At the inn last week?

Yeah.

It was a weird situation...

I don't want the play-by-play.

I think we can slide past it.

I'd like to try.

As long as it didn't mean anything.

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