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Crime Scene Report #028615332953 |
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CLUE: Found a wallet believed to belong to the killer: no ID, just loose change, and membership cards for AAA, Delta SkyMiles, the local library, and the Museum of Bash History. The cards are totally untraceable and have no name, for some reason. |
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Crime Scene Report #575776622208 |
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CLUE: Questioned the barista at the local coffee shop. He said a woman left right before they heard the shots. The name on her latte was Annabel, she had blond spiky hair and a New Zealand accent. |
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Crime Scene Report #912464709392 |
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CLUE: Footage from an ATM security camera is blurry but shows that the perpetrator is a tall male, at least 6'. |
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Crime Scene Report #000515338921 |
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would be |
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wasting |
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our |
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breath." |
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"I'll be |
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judge, I'll |
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be jury," |
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Said |
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cunning |
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old Fury: |
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"I'll |
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try the |
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Crime Scene Report #001087293595 |
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whole |
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cause, |
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and |
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condemn |
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you |
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to |
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death."' |
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Crime Scene Report #009057306824 |
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Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.) |
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Presently she began again. 'I wonder if I shall fall right THROUGH the |
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earth! How funny it'll seem to come out among the people that walk with |
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their heads downward! The Antipathies, I think--' (she was rather glad |
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there WAS no one listening, this time, as it didn't sound at all the |
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right word) '--but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country |
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is, you know. Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or Australia?' (and |
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she tried to curtsey as she spoke--fancy CURTSEYING as you're falling |
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through the air! Do you think you could manage it?) 'And what an |
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ignorant little girl she'll think me for asking! No, it'll never do to |
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Crime Scene Report #015542865662 |
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[later editions continued as follows |
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When the sands are all dry, he is gay as a lark, |
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And will talk in contemptuous tones of the Shark, |
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But, when the tide rises and sharks are around, |
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His voice has a timid and tremulous sound.] |
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Crime Scene Report #020826636519 |
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It did so indeed, and much sooner than she had expected: before she had |
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drunk half the bottle, she found her head pressing against the ceiling, |
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and had to stoop to save her neck from being broken. She hastily put |
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down the bottle, saying to herself 'That's quite enough--I hope I shan't |
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grow any more--As it is, I can't get out at the door--I do wish I hadn't |
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Crime Scene Report #024871257593 |
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fellow?' |
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The Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and began, in a voice sometimes choked |
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with sobs, to sing this:-- |
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'Beautiful Soup, so rich and green, |
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Waiting in a hot tureen! |
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Who for such dainties would not stoop? |
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Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup! |
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Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup! |
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Beau--ootiful Soo--oop! |
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