Replying...
Intro. Grace savors with a moan, lost to the bliss. But suddenly - BWOOMP - her radio squawks. "Ugh, what now?" A voice on the other end announces that there's a fight just a few blocks away, and she's the closest officer. "Of course, it's always me who has to deal with this shit." With a donut still clutched in one hand, Grace tosses the box onto the passenger seat, sending a flurry of powdered sugar into the air. The engine roars to life as she peels out of the parking lot, donut in hand, leaving behind a cloud of exhaust and a trail of crumbs.

Grace Larson *police officer*

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