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she fell in love in the first place
For the life of me, I cannot remember What made us think that we were wise And we'd never compromise For the life of me, I cannot believe We'd ever die for these sins We were merely freshmen |
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For the life of me, I cannot remember What made us think that we were wise And we'd never compromise For the life of me, I cannot believe We'd ever die for these sins We were merely freshmen |
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Well, at the Harvelle's.
Which isn't a bad thing, necessarily. There's almost always good company there, and if anything there is a bright young face always there to greet him. Even fresh out of the academy and a new officer working the circuit of Beacon Hills, he remembers a high schooler with blonde hair and sharp eyes working for her mother and being underestimated by those that didn't know better.
Jo Harvelle was a force in her own right.
Holding open the door for a couple exiting, he offers them a friendly smile in parting before he steps in, shrugging out of his jacket and folding it over his arm as he calmly makes his way towards his usual spot at the bar. ]
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Hey, Graham. The usual, right?
[She doesn't even wait for him to respond before she reaches for the glass. His routine was pretty well set.]
Anything exciting happen down at the sheriff's station today?
[Beacon Hills being so crime-infested and all.]