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member name: Thom Palmer
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February 22, 2008 12:29 PM EST --
It was a day like any other in this rummy business. I had given my secretary Lana the afternoon off to go hat shopping. I was sitting in my office, feet up on the desk, honing my computer solitaire skills . . .
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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 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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March 04, 2008 08:42 AM EST --
I lit two cigarettes and gave her one. She uncoiled herself from me and laid back, her hair splayed luxuriously against the pillow, the thin sheet clinging to that body of hers like Graham Greene clinging . . .
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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 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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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 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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