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TEN-Detective Roman
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2021-07-06 14:37:44"Constantine sure got herself a fine one"
Detective Roman. We were sitting across from each other at a café near the police station. He must have sensed how uncomfortable I felt around so many policemen when he asked us to take the interview somewhere else and I was grateful. Even sitting before him now, I couldn’t forget the awkward moment a while ago when I stared at him like a complete moron. He was good-looking no doubt and from the look he gave me when I stared absentmindedly at him, he must get that a lot . Not your regular Riverdale kind of good-looking but a rough, refined and sophisticated kind. He was dressed in a blue button up shirt that showed little of his chest in the part that wasn’t buttoned with muscles that made him all the more manly and the smell of sandalwood coming from him was nothing short of marvelous. Somehow, I knew he wasn’t from Riverdale. And if he was, he must not have been around much.&n
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