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As he walked around the scene, Detective Bartlett suddenly realized the years hadn’t left him as jaded as he’d thought. He pulled out his handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose, hoping to cover up the smell of raw starch. He stepped back and took it all in. Body parts scattered about here and there, like some bizarre mis en place.
Sure, Jealous Dames, he understood. He’d seen his share of crimes of passion, but this… this was beyond anything he could even comprehend. Holy avocados, she took off his whole ass!
This Ms. Potatohead must be one salty spud, he thought.