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It's been yet another long, hard day. Another murdered little girl, another rape victim. They're out for a drink because they know it will dull the pain, however temporarily.
"Sometimes," says Alex softly, hardly daring to voice the thought. "I wonder why we do it."
"We do it for the victims, the ones without a voice," replies Olivia. It's why she does it, after all.
Alex shakes her head, thinks of her own lost childhood, and then Olivia's. "I think," she says slowly, "this is where we end up once we've seen too much. Then, there's nowhere else to go."
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