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Irv pivoted their way, his posture ramrod straight and nostrils flaring. "I may have suggested that putting up a lookout post, and manning it with glorified vigilantes, may not be the preferable option to the current situation facing the town. And that our resources may be better utilized employing more bodies to patrol the streets as legally hired, paid law enforcement."
"I take it the message was not well-received?" Ichabod said, biting the insides of his cheeks to stifle a laugh.
A wad of pumpkin innards fell from Irving's hair, slapped against the tip of his nose, and landed on the polished floor with a wet squish. "Not as well as one would hope. I am going to retire for the night to scraoe and bathe this off. Good night."
"Night!" Ichabod and Katrina chorused, letting their amusement spring forth in a chorus of giggles.
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