“Ugh,” she muttered, her words muffled by Roon’s ample bosom. “Why does the sun hate me?”
“Morning, my little sunshine magnet,” Roon murmured, her voice thick with sleep as she buried her nose in Raud’s unruly gray hair. It smelled of lavender shampoo—the same shampoo Raud had been using since Nixon was in office. Reliable, like everything about her.
– Roon & Raud
“But how do we prove it? We can’t just go around accusing him without solid evidence.”
– Tristan
“Glub, glub.”
– Erline
“No offense, ladies. Just doing my job.”
– Officer Washington
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