The weather. Tomorrow, expect a... Biting cold front. Mmm, how naughty. I wonder what I'll be wearing or taking off. The night will be wild and untamed. Expect heavy, lashing rain that'll soak you to the skin. By Monday, temperatures will rise, slowly but surely, reaching their peak in the afternoon.

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The dissent started on night five, but I didn't recognize it as dissent.

I thought I was investigating.

I thought I was solving the problem that I was actually doing was dissolving.

Dale came in from his shift at 1800.

When he saw me at my desk, he smiled with teeth that were slightly too white.

Rough day, buddy, he said.

And the words were right, the tone was right, but the cadence was mine, the exact rhythm I use when I'm checking on someone who's had a bad call.

I'm fine, I said.

You always say that.

He smiled, his laugh, the one I do when I'm deflecting.

Even when you're not, even when you're sitting there thinking about how everything's falling

apart and you can't tell anyone because they'll think you're crazy.

I stared at him.

I never said that out loud. Didn't you?

He tilted his head.

The angle was perfect.

The angle I use when I'm assessing someone's mental state.

Maybe you did?

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