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Chapter 115: Matza Ball

The best way to find out what we really need is to get rid of what we don’t. – Marie Kondo

The intoxicating smell of chicken and matza ball filled the station house. By the time Douggie walked into Gina’s office, her mouth was watering. She hated that bastard. He knew her weaknesses and how to get her to agree to just about anything.

“Good morning.” Douggie boomed.

“Fuck off.” She growled but her eyes never left the plastic bowl in his hands.

“And here I came bearing a peace offering.” He smiled broadly.

“I don’t trust your peace offerings.” She admitted as he placed the bowl on the desk and produced a plastic spoon from his jacket pocket.

“With good reason.” He agreed, sitting down and pulling out a packet of papers.

Seeing the pack of papers, she replaced the lid on the soup that she had just removed and groaned as she held her hand out for them. “What kind of hell have you brought me today?”

“I bring you Matza ball soup and good tidings of cheer.”
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