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Cosmo's prickly sense of humor, coupled with his penchant for thoroughness in exploring every last detail, was beginning to get on my nerves. He had listened to the story of Chambers Bay, from start to finish, no less than five times. He was like an overzealous lawyer, probing, poking, searching through the seemingly endless fragments, looking for something that would allow him to pronounce the whole affair just so much bullshit. |
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I knew the old curmudgeon too well. |
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''Okay," he harumphed, "then what happened?" |
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"I've told you a dozen times already," I moaned. Having to endure one of Cosmo's |
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