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He grinned like the Cheshire Cat as he looked through the peephole on his apartment door, realizing that his plan worked: the nameplate was intentionally left on his desk in the hope that his incredibly sexy (now former) lieutenant would drop by to give it to him, and now she was here, finally alone with him, the regulations no longer a problem (sweet retirement), and he could use this opportunity to finally act upon eleven years' worth of pent-up desire, not caring whether or not she was married; once Anita got a taste of Lennie Briscoe, she'd never go back.
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