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Cappy Salem leaned forward and snuffed out her cigarette. With that accomplished, she picked up a paper napkin and delicately dabbed at the corners of her swollen eyes. What the hell, she thought, this yo-yo is too drunk to even notice. She signaled the bartender with a circular motion and reached across the table to pinch her date on the cheek. He would, if he was like most of themand there was no reason at this point to think he wasn'tinterpret her little gesture as an overture. To a pragmatic survivalist like Cappy Salem, the gesture had a much more significant meaning; she was simply testing the guy's level of numbness. Just how far gone |
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