Tag: elinor dashwood
member name: Thom Palmer
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March 28, 2008 11:23 AM EDT --
There was a rabbity little rise to her upper lip when she smiled that revealed front teeth too white to not have been bleached. Her eyes were round, dark, and wet-looking, almost like a meerkat. But she . . .
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March 18, 2008 08:48 AM EDT --
The waiter set a bourbon, neat, on the table in front of me, and refilled Max's coffee cup.
"Nothing for you, Max?" I said. I shook out a Lucky from the pack, tapped it hard against my . . .
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March 25, 2008 11:55 AM EDT --
As soon as I hit the sidewalk outside of the Café Denouement, I tumbled into the backseat of the first cab I saw. The driver wore a turban and a large beard, and he was playing a CD that sounded . . .
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February 29, 2008 09:00 AM EST --
I had something to write, a piece that was going to make some dame a hit with some dweeby Web community—though why a dame who looked like our Miss Vye aka Dashwood needed to write anything to gain . . .
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April 07, 2008 11:13 AM EDT --
I told the second Elinor Dashwood that I would give some serious thought to our conversation. She seemed satisfied with that, smiling that creamy little self-congratulatory smile of hers, her teeth whiter . . .
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March 11, 2008 03:22 PM EDT --
The jangling telephone on the bedside table woke me. It was far too early for anyone to be placing a friendly call. I answered it anyway.
"Good morning , Mr. Ray. I trust I did not wake you?" . . .
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March 14, 2008 10:29 AM EDT --
Since Max Vox's call had gotten my day off to such an early start, I had plenty of time and decided to walk the twelve blocks to our meeting.
Apart from a flickering moment upon hanging up the . . .
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February 26, 2008 11:44 AM EST --
I needed to kill some time and clear my head before starting on her piece. Yeah, I agreed to do it, but I wouldn't take any money from her -- a half-assed technicality that I imagined still allowed . . .
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