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Last post: Crossing the Streams, Pt. 8 “You guys are ready to go, right?” Evan said into his cellphone. He sat at the corner table in the courthouse lobby’s coffee shop, wearing his uniform, slightly bloodshot eyes and a scowl. “We are,” Methius replied on the other end. “Don’t worry about it, we’ve got things covered. Just take care of your own business for now.” “Waiting on your guy already. God, I hate Starbuck’s.” “I really...
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