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James looks at his reflection, remembering the last time he stood in front of this mirror.
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“Admiring my handiwork, Sergeant?”
“Indeed, Sir.”
“It’s a good look on you. I had me doubts, at first, but I think it stands repeating. Whenever you earn it, mind.”
“Actually, Sir, as your sergeant, I feel it is my duty to point out that, while your... erm... ‘handiwork’ was quite satisfactory, there is room for improvement. For next time.”
“Room for improvement, is there? You’ve a problem with the colour of your arse, then?”
“It’s not quite the same shade as my socks, Sir.”