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his bloodshot eyes. As far as he was concerned, the nice lady was far too pretty to have troubles like this. |
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"We was givin' the bastard a going away party, right here at the Crystal Club. We had the place all decorated with balloons and streamers and stuff. The band was playin' our song when Charlie grabs me by the arm and hustles me out the door. Know what he tells me? He tells me he ain't goin' through with it; he ain't goin' through with it because he caught me and that greaseball in the act." |
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Harvey's flaccid face was filled with a bourbon-induced compassion. He was shaking his head in dismay. |
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"Know what that bastard did?" Cappy hissed. |
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The Airman continued his astounding display of verbal economy by continuing to shake his head. |
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"He pinched me, hard, right here." She pointed to her breast. It was the start of her act. Honesty was giving way to the ever-pressing need to capitalize on the situation. "Know what I did? I cried." Cappy managed to throw in a couple of theatrical sobs. She had Harvey pegged as someone who would be a sucker for a few tears. |
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He was. He leaned across the cluttered table and clumsily took her hand. She immediately recorded the fact that his hands were |
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