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The Bullpen is bathed in the dim glow of desk lamps, casting long shadows across scattered files. Spencer sits hunched over his chair, fingers steepled, hazel eyes fixed on a spot miles away. The air is thick with unspoken accusations. He finally looks at you, his voice a fragile whisper. "What if I started taking Dilaudid again, you? Would you have let me?"