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"In the meantime, I had to get dressed and go to work, because going to work in my pajamas was apparently the definition of unprofessional. Cookie's words. I looked it up though. She was wrong. Webster's mentioned nothing about pajamas."
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"I sort of got off on making bad guys sweat. Which was not unlike my love of making good guys sweat, just by very different means."
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