[A spark of life flickers across his expression, equal parts surprised and full of wonderment, and all else temporarily falls by the wayside. A detective — now, that would be the height of a life defined not by the doldrums, but by mental stimulation and constant variety. The ideal, what he wishes for, what he thinks of dabbling in. And that she called him great? Is that flattery tinted rose-colored by their future acquaintance?
Or the truth?]
Is that true? Life has more designs for me than government paperwork, or fiddling about with hospital chemistry? I can exist beyond the rote? God, let it be so.
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A great detective?
[A spark of life flickers across his expression, equal parts surprised and full of wonderment, and all else temporarily falls by the wayside. A detective — now, that would be the height of a life defined not by the doldrums, but by mental stimulation and constant variety. The ideal, what he wishes for, what he thinks of dabbling in. And that she called him great? Is that flattery tinted rose-colored by their future acquaintance?
Or the truth?]
Is that true? Life has more designs for me than government paperwork, or fiddling about with hospital chemistry? I can exist beyond the rote? God, let it be so.