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This was unexpected. Maybe my luck was getting better. Poquito was with his latest moll, a hot little number by the name of Extraño Viernes. Everyone called her Phreaky.
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| Excuse me, I'll let you two talk business. Mr. Roast, I'll be seeing you around... | |
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I was almost certain that Poquito was talking to me but as I watched Phreaky walk away, all I heard was the sound of my blood leaving my brain.
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| Relax, Chuck. I've put the incident behind us. What can Poquito do for you? | |
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I remained in that condition for, probably, a little too long.
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