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Track Marks
by Avoca
Track marks - how the hell was he going to cover them tonight? Starsky had set up a double date and it had to be the hottest evening of the year. No way he could wear short sleeves. There were still there. His arm still showing the evidence. His soul still carrying the burden.
"Hey, Hutch. wear something warm. We're going to the ice rink. It's always cold there."
"How the hell do you do it Buddy? Get me a date. Make me feel normal again and still remember about the track marks".
"That's easy. That's what Partners are for. Now Hurry up."
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