“Leave me alone!” Starsky got out of the car. It was all Hutch’s fault, faking amnesia. Controlling traffic had left Starsky fed up with his partner.

Slumped on the couch, he was too exhausted to grab a beer or turn on the TV. Images of a pale Hutch standing in the middle of heavy traffic lingered. Moonlight swept into the room, and Starsky got up to draw the blinds.

The old LTD was still there at the curb. Damn Hutch, what the hell are we doing here?

And Starsky made his way down to have a word with his partner.

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