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| The dame walked in. Her skin was the color of a martini olive and she was about as cool and dry as the drink. She slid her beautiful gams through my office door like... | |
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| I need your help. My sister's gone missing! | |
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| Like...shit, I'm losing track...uh, her eyes glittered like two cubic zirconia! Wait, no, that sucks. Her silken hair flowed like...silk...from a worm's ass... | |
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| She was last seen in the company of Doghouse Reilly. I'm worried sick about where she might be! | |
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| There was a thin film of sweat on her forehead, glistening like a fat guy in a Volkswagen... dammit! How does Marlowe do this?! | |
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| Say, are you all right? You haven't breathed since I came in here. | |
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