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The DC-9 bounced in the turbulence over the north Pacific waking the dozing Ben Clarone.
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Now you are a raving bare-forked fool madman with nothing.
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114331
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There was no one there, but the smell of cooked bacon permeated the hall, triggering borborygmus in his stomach. He loved that word, but not his empty stomach.
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119411
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Then he took the tune out to Ben Clarone land. The horn was beautiful, if leaky. His fingers flew over the keys.
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120021
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Sure my man. Show me the token I’ll show you the slice.
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120621
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The logic of the impoverished was amazing. Like Rita telling me I owed her fifty cents for a token after she stole five million yen from me.
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He finished the omelet and started in on the short stack. He drowned the cakes in syrup.
-Never can have enough syrup.
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Naked Lady? I know that from somewhere. Then he remembered. That's what they called those old 1930's and 40's Conn saxophones, Naked Ladies. How would Smith know that?
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87000
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Ben watched the cat burglar snake his way from window ledge to window ledge.
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Ben was stuck between sweet essences and rancid Talmudic funk. It was going to be a long trip.
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95800
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It is not rough like most grappa, but smooth like good whisky. It removes all edges, freezes the tongue and erases the memory.
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90900
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-That’s more like it. He released Ben and holstered his gun under his leather jacket.
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There was a motley assortment of customers in the restaurant. Mostly casually dressed young men and women who looked like freelancers of some persuasion.
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-Someone could have boosted this easy as pie, Ben said to himself.
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Detective-Sergeant Claude Mulvihill was seasick. He was in a New York City Harbor Police boat in the East River headed towards the George Washington Bridge. There was a good chop in the harbor, which became worse when the Police Boat reached the Battery.
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