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"Hey Hutch?"
"Hmm…"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong buddy"
"Then why you holding out on me?"
"Huh?"
"Is it something I've done?"
"Starsk nothing's wrong"
"Then why aren't ya touching me?"
"Because there's a desk between us and we're supposed to be writing reports."
"No not just now, you haven't touched me in two whole days…"
"We've been busy Starsky…what do you want me to do huh? Hold your hand while we run down a perp?"
"No…"
"Well what then? I haven't touched Dobey for a coupla days either and I don't hear him complaining!"
"Dobey ain't your partner…"
"Buddy what's this about?"
"Do you still love me?"
"Starsky people are staring."
"Well do you?"
"Of course I do, you're my best friend."
"So why aren't you touching me?"
"Hold out your hand…there, satisfied?"
"Yeah!"
"I can't believe I'm holding your hand in the middle of the Squad Room…and I wonder where the rumours come from…"
"Hey, what are partners for?"