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Drabble 002: Sin Petshop of Horrors
"She didn't have to die," Leon was saying, drinking his tea with all the genteel manners of a lush downing a beer.
"Of course not," Count D replied sagely, setting out the delicate china and silverware.
"Are you sure you didn't sell her something freaky, Count?"
"I would hardly consider a parakeet "freaky," Detective."
"I don't know, what with all the lizards and man-eating fish and killer rabbits you've got in stock. But still, even if she was a sinner of the worst kind, she didn't deserve that kind of death."
"My dear detective, we are all sinners. Fruit tart?"