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to get another graduate assistant's job if I don't give you a good recommendation." |
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"Testy, aren't we? I hear that comes from not getting enough sleep." |
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"Damn it, Lucy, what about Sate?" |
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"I went right to the top. I went over to see your friend, Doctor Freeze at the Culture Center." |
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"Good man," I confirmed, "piss poor poker player, but other than that, a good man." |
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"He couldn't keep his hands off me," Lucy bragged. To hear Lucy tell it, every man who ever laid eyes on her wanted to take her to bed. "But I finally convinced him that I was there on business, and he settled down." |
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While Lucy was meandering through the fantasy world of her preamble, I fished the voice recorder out of the survival kit and attached the input cord to the telephone with a simple clamp. If it was a typical Lucy fact-finding mission, the data would start pouring in and there would be no way I could keep up with her. |
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"According to your friend, Doctor Freeze, there was a Tarpann warlord by the name of Korbac, circa year one thousand. It seems our boy Korbac started eating his Wheaties at a very early age and decided to build himself an empire. The only problem was that he had some neighbors called Tobors, |
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