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I was in the neighborhood.
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I thought I'd stop by and see if those bullets
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you pulled out of Royce were ready to go over to ballistics.
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I got a friend there who will make sure they get processed right away.
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Mm. Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute.
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Is your "friend" that top-heavy tramp in reception?
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Hmm? What?
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I--you know I only have eyes for you. I don't even--
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Mm-hmm. And you know I have easy access to sharp objects.
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What the hell?
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Are those the bullets?
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Yeah. They're dissolving.