First Person with Male/Female dialogue
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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I squinted up at the still falling snow. You're a cop. I need a doughnut. She snorted as we left the alley. Stereotype, munch. Dresden cops do a lot of running around in their cars and they don't always get to control their hours. Murph. Lots of times they can't leave a crime scene to hit a drive-through. So they need a food that can sit in a car for hours and hours without tasting foul or giving them food poisoning. Doughnuts are good for that. So our granola bars is Rawlins. A masochist too. Murphy casually bumped her shoulder against my arm when I was between steps making me wobble and I grinned. We emerged onto the mostly empty street. The firemen had been wrapping up their job when I arrived and every truck but one had departed. Once the flames were out, the show was over and there were no rubberneckers anymore. Only a few cops were in sight most of them in their cars. So what happened to your face, Murphy asked, I told her she concealed a smile. The three billy goats gruff. Hey, they're tough. All right, they kill trolls. I saw you do that. Once. How hard could it be? I found myself grinning. I had a little help. Murphy matched my smile one more short joke and I'm taking a kneecap. Murphy. I chided. Petty violence is beneath you, which is saying something. Keep it up wise guy. I'm always going to be taller than you. Once you're lying unconscious on the ground, you're right. That was a low blow. I'll try to rise above it. She showed me a clenched fist. Poo Dred in right to the moon. We reached Murphy's car. Rollins was in the passenger seat pretending to snore. He wasn't the sort to just fall asleep. So summer made a run at you. Murphy said. You think the attack on Marconi's building is connected with that? I lost my faith in coincidence. Get in. I'll give you a ride home. I shook my head. There might be something I can do here, but I need to be alone and I need a doughnut. Murphy arched a delicate dark gold eyebrow. Ok? Get your mind out of the gutter and give me the damned Doughnut performed by Scott Yoakam. Sample from Jim Butcher's small favor for sample use only.