Finished Folds (8681—8685)

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  my assistant was an imbecile. He couldn't ladle a mushroom gravy onto a mashed potato to save his life. After all he was a retired P.E. teacher. If only Anne wasn't ill. Damn it.

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  2010-12-05 23:23:11

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  with the ginger fat man I picked up at the pool hall. His breath was foul and his beard had gravy all around the edges. It looked like a fried sunflower. Instead, I'll just inch

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  2010-12-05 23:19:42

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  in the bag. Now he had time to whisk the motorcade over to Inglewood and visit a certain someone. "Certain Someone," as the voice males had said. He had never been certain in

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  2010-12-05 23:18:09

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  Look again at the Maltese vertigo near the keypoint. Subservient feelings will attempt a cover up, but you must not give way. Look and see them, on the canyon cliffs, bleeding on

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  2010-12-05 23:16:22

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  Whomever succeeds last, he is the one for the real job. Remember that the anchor won't grab hold unless the mud is really black. Look for the last, she will be the best.

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  2010-12-05 23:13:12