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Spence and Admin are still kicking the biopsy question around, whatever that might mean. Bernie says that sometimes he wants to crack their pointy head together. Meanwhile, we’re getting excited about the Super Bowl. We always go to a party at the Dry Gulch Steak House and Saloon, where they’ve got a nice patio out back. Last year Bernie wore his best Hawaiian shirt, the one with the trumpets. He lost it to a gambler named Sid Siegel, but that won’t happen this year since Sid’s now wearing an orange jumpsuit up at Central State. Once we worked a case, me and Bernie, involving an actual football player who had something bad going on the side, can’t remember what. I ended up tackling him – in the end zone! – although it was only a practice. Still, Sergeant Torres said I was a natural-born linebacker. Not sure what that is, but I felt pretty good about it. Still do!
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