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10:51 PM, Wednesday, March 20th, 2013

The sergeant picked up the first page of the previous officer’s report, and looked at the two women. After a few seconds of reading, he took a moment to rub the bridge of his nose, then pulled a new set of blank paperwork from his desk drawer. “So, your name is Josephine Cal-foo-ray,” he began, but Josephine cut him off.

“Cal-foo-RAW-ee,” she said for at least the third time. “It’s Chilean.”

“Chilean,” the sergeant repeated, and looked over his glasses at her as if she’d just grown a second head.

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