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Wishful Thinking [Shassie]
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"The spirits tell me that your little pants are on fire."
Shawn Spencer was a clever, intelligent, thirty-seven year old man working as a psychic for the Santa Barbra Police Department (SBPD). Although he wasn't actually a psychic, he managed to fool everyone around him. Serious situations turned into a joke in a matter of seconds, for him. Trouble followed him like a coffin. Along with his partner in crime, Burton "Gus" Guster.
"My baby! Son of a-. It's missing three bullets. I can tell by the weight. It's three light. It's been fired!"
Carlton Lassiter, head detective of the SBPD, was a serious forty-six year old man. His job was never over. He had an unhealthy obsession with competition. Carlton was also a verbally violent man, threatening everybody around him. He was superior, and needed no one.
"We're one in the same. We're Shassie now. We're Sharlton. We're Spenssiter." Shawn was going to be the one to pull Lassiter out of his shell.
"Oh my God." And Lassiter was going to be the one to punch Shawn in the face.
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