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ALICE

Ted and I drove to my warehouse that wasn’t really a warehouse.

It was more like a glorified storage facility with heat and security so that we could keep the things we needed for jobs somewhere, and to store some of the more one-of-a-kind pieces that I picked up along the way with nowhere to use them yet. 

An hour later we were sifting through mail as Ted set up to catalogue some of the new arrivals. 

He was such a nerd in the best way, the organization to my chaos. He loved to take photos of new items that arrived and keep a flipbook on his tablet so that when we were on a job I could easily find what I was looking for. 

"Apparently there's a package at the gate," Ted looked up from his p