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Opprobrium
It seemed like just yesterday that he’d wake in the morning to Shannon’s smiling face. He’d been to Caesar’s palace and seen the morning glory, but after losing Shannon he couldn’t help thinking how silly the human race was to place such things as priority. He built boats in the basement, but they never went anywhere. He truly was a sailing ship to nowhere.
Still he never left. He kept charging forward. He did the job. He made a positive impact. As summer changed to winter, he knew there was no opprobrium in what he did. Any disgrace only resided in those above him in the chain of command. He solved cases to the best of his ability.
