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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 78 "A MORAY!" he resumed. "To wench!" "Except for one small detail of him being a married man," Bebop qualified. "Vice and venery!" "Yeah well you just be real careful with that venery, and wash with that green soap I packed." "Bebop?" he said, recognizing her. "Ill fortune the night back in nineteen-fifty- something she came up to see my etchings and I haven't been able to get rid of her yet--" "Yeah nineteen-fifty-something. Happy anniversary. "--When she and her old lady bluffed me into, tricked me--" "He was losing my breach-of-promise suit. Well April love is for the very young. I loved his every move. But it can slip right through your fingers--" "Married sex. My little music box. The same charming tune of a, ordered, mechanical, the Chinese reds tortured along those lines, the same, maddening--how many times a day do you care to hear it?" "That animal is still after me four times a day. I've spoiled him. Actually," she whispered, taking Dory at the elbow, "I still have a few good tricks up my--" "Dames!" Big Dick said, with admiration. "There is nothing you can name that is anything like a dame." |
