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Alvina was poking around some of the old case files trying to get them in some semblance of order. She still couldn’t believe that the office was such a mess. Sure, she’d seen the way the Interviewer kept his office and how dismissive of paperwork he was. But the staggering number of files still left to sort through was mind-boggling.
During one such filing session, she came across some old photos. She couldn’t quite place the time period and there were no dates written on the back of them. The photos were clearly of the Interviewer and Kozlowski at a pub. The location was just as much a mystery as the date. What really stuck out to her though was how different the Interviewer looked in the photos. For one thing, he had one of the bushiest mustaches she’d ever seen that wasn’t fake. (And honestly, that’s not something she’d put past him.) She put the photos aside to ask about at a later date while she finished filing the box in front of her.
Later that day, after the usual Scrabble game (which the Interviewer won, much to her chagrin), Alvina decided to bring up the photos.
“While I have you here, I found these photos of you and Kozlowski in some old boxes, where and when are they from?”
“Oh, those! Dreadful time for me, just look at my hair!”
“Not your mustache?”
“No no, that’s quite fabulous, can’t you tell?”
“....Right. So, when were these taken?”
“Hmmm, you know I don’t actually remember? Sometime in the 90’s I’d imagine, Kozlowski has a much better memory of the 90’s, you might want to ask him.”
“And why does Kozlowski have a better memory from back then than you?”
“That, dear Alvina, is another story.”
“Oh come on, you’re always saying there’s time for a story! Surely you can spare some now.”
“I really can’t, I’m meeting Loraine tonight, but I promise, someday, I’ll tell you all of my stories.”
