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It was a tapping sound, perhaps something louder than that. Still, it was there, distant, starting then stopping. |
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Beyond that she was aware of a murky gray light that had poked its unwelcome way into the darkened room. Cappy pushed the covers away from her face and took inventory. There were important things to rememberhis name, what they had done, where they had been. She mentally ticked off the things she knew. Klinger. First name Harry or Harold orthat's it, Harvey. She locked in on it. Loo-e-ville. A mental image started to come into focus. He was a greenhorn, a little short fat guy with spaces between his teeth and |
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