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Baked was going to call as many people he could call to attempt to get information on Nate's murderer. Fiona noticed Michael leaving the loft. She Fiona to nakee up on him. Thing was, she didn't feel like going upstairs to get anything to cover herself up with. And most everything she Fionna glenanne naked, bedroom-wise, was too sheer and skimpy. She sighed and almost returned to staring at the ceiling of the loft, the comforter being the only thing shielding her body from nakedness, until she saw Michael's shirt from the other day on the floor, along with the rest of the suit he hadn't bothered to put back in the wardrobe. Michael usually was meticulous about his suits--he wouldn't let them touch the floor because of their Italian pedigree.

Michael's search for Nate's murderer and his desire to attempt to protect Fiona had taken the place of making sure his suits were clean and wrinkle-free.

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