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Casey was on his way to work, but had stopped off first for a bag of bagels. He usually got plenty to share around at the station. When leaving the shop he noticed a familiar face and sped his walking to catch up with them. “Good morning,” he smiled, holding up a bag to offer them one. “Contrary to popular belief, not all police like donuts. I mean, I do – I’m not crazy, but I’m more of a bagel guy myself. You want one?”
“Morning Casey.” Charles said, grinning from ear to ear. “I love bagels. Do you have any cinnamon ones in there?”










