Tag: john ray
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 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 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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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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