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"So why did I leave fourteen dollars?" Flack asked, in a tired voice,  "Supposing I cared," he said, "you figure you're that important?" "That's fine," I said, like somebody else talking, far away behind a w "But I tell you I have to see you." The voice didn't quite rise to a y
"Now don't be like that, mister. Please don't be like that. I've got q "That's right," I said. "But the man who made the picture told me wher She picked a cigarette out of a box, tossed it in the air, caught it b "Yeah?" I inhaled a couple of inches of my liquor. "Just what kind of
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