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Starsky is a Little Shit
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“Join me in the library. Now.” Hutch’s tone was commanding; the words clipped. The Hutchinsons Christmas party was in full swing, but there was no cheer or Christmas spirit in Hutch’s body language. Tense energy radiated off him in waves, a coiled snake ready to strike. He turned towards the library, not bothering to check if Starsky followed. Starsky gave…