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Word was that Bongo and his friend Spigot had had an argument at the coffee shop. He was my next suspect.
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| So what exactly were you two arguing about? | |
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| He made fun of my gritty crime novel. It's not fair. I never even wanted to be a novelist. | |
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| What did you want to do with your life? | |
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| Well, I always wanted to be a cowboy. | |
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And that's when it hit me. I had to get to Bongo, before his assailant came to finish the job.
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| Oh, and do the nasty with Bongo's wife...but I already accomplished that one. | |
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