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Evangeline sat in the stall. Now, these doors go far down, it's hard to get the locks from the outside, AND they self-flush. So I left the door open. Ana comes in and she's "The DOOR has to be LOCKED!" and honestly, she's such an arguer. So she marches out again (it's an open-ish plan, so long as she stayed where I could hear her I was fine with this) and just as quickly whirls back in.

"I saw a police!" *whistlewhistlewhistle*

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(No, seriously, she whistled, and even started cobbling together some form of tune. I just about died laughing - and when she asked why I explained it to her and she apparently had no idea that "whistling around the cops" is a major trope.