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Where the Bad Cops Go Part 2 by Satterdad

It's difficult to adjust to having something change the way you do or see ordinary things

like brushing your teeth.

After getting stuck with sore, I got a lot more conscious about my teeth and mouth.

It took some time getting used to the feeling of having something in my throat, ready to shoot out like a coiled snake.

Or having breakfast and knowing there was something lurking in my stomach, resenting

me wishing to take the reins.

It was still there, but after my run-in with the lady and the blue captain, it's as if I knew

for a certain that it wouldn't kill me.

That, and it wouldn't be an infection risk to others.

That didn't mean it was gone though.

Getting back on patrol with Nick, he was the first to notice that I was behaving differently.

We had stopped for our bi-weekly gas station hot dog and I got myself a pre-packaged sushi

instead.

There was something about less processed and more raw food that just made my stomach rumble with delight.

Nick made the observation, acknowledged it, and let it go.

He trusted me enough to tell them if something was up.

We were having a proper Minnesota summer, meaning rain when you least need it.

The duck had pulled back on their resources, leaving Tom's Cog PD to focus on setting up a more permanent station.

According to Nick, there had been talks about the Year Walker getting himself killed or leaving

the state, which meant peace and quiet,

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