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I am a twice reformed addict and if it weren't for Hank Voight I'd probably be in a lonely gutter somewhere. #ChicagoPDRP #ChicagoOneRP, MV/SS, No minors/21+, #ClarksGirl. This is a parody account. I am in no way affliated with the show or Sophia Bush.
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> @detectivevoight.bsky.social Nine years. That had been how long Erin was gone. It wasn't hard to see Jay again, or Kim, or Adam, or Kevin. Erin had been a little bit sad to hear of the passing of Olinsky and proud to see that Hailey was still here. Then she met Dante, and all of that seemed ++
++that it worked. Erin opened up the door and went inside, closing the door behind her. "Hank?" Erin had called out, "Put down your gun, it's me." Erin had of course remembered that Voight always had that shot gun close by for any stupid interruders.