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"What are you doing?"
"Helping."
"I know how to change clothes, Danny."
"Well you look kinda caught in the shirt."
"No, I'm not."
"Just helpin'."
"Stop!"
"I didn't know y'were ticklish, Nick."
"Well now you do. Stand over there."
"Yeah, sure." Danny went back to his own locker.
"What now?"
"Just lookin'."
"Have I got something on me?" Nicholas spun around, checking himself.
"Not yet."
"What?"
"Oh, Nicholas..."
"What, Danny?"
"You're not very good at taking hints, are you?"
"On the contrary, I'm very good at taking hints. Being able to pick up on the nuances of social interactions is an important skill for any police officer and…what now, Danny?"
Danny waggled a finger as he stepped closer. "Your shirt."
"Yes?"
"It's off."
"Yes! It is! For heaven's sake. Your skills of deduct…what are you doing? Danny?…wait…wait…Danny!"
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