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"I'm afraid so. It's a good thing Freeze was plugged into all of this, because I haven't been able to come up with anything through our normal channels." |
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"Didn't think this was his kind of thing." |
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"It isn't, but I'd still give him a crack at it. Besides, it'll brighten his day. He likes to talk to pretty girls." |
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Lucy giggled. She loved it. "Okay, I'll give him a call. I'll be back in touch with you if he has anything to add." |
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As usual, there were no good-byes, just a click followed by an irritating buzz. I hung up. |
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B.C., who had heard nothing more than my limited input during the course of the call, unplugged the monitor, rewound the tape and played it back. At appropriate times she made the appropriate faces of revulsion and disgust. |
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When the tape was finished, she laid back across the bed and stared up at the ceiling. "Know something?" she mused. "I've about decided to give up my dreams of a doctorate in this field and go on to something a little more tasteful, like bullfighting or prostitution." |
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"It ain't exactly the stuff Disney films are made of," I agreed. |
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Brenda's voice fluttered, and I could tell that the combination of the late night, the stress and being rousted out by Madden had |
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