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Any new corpses today?" "None yet." "Pity. I'm getting so I miss my morning coffee and corpse." --
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Sarcasm is a weapon of the intellectual,
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The widow of Michael Reardon was a full-breasted woman in her late thirties. She had dark hair and green eyes, and an Irish nose spattered with a clicheful of freckles. She had a face for merry-go-rounds and roller coaster rides, a face that could split in laughter and girlish glee when water was splashed on her at the seashore. She was a girl who could get drunk sniffing the vermouth cork before it was passed over a martini. She was a girl..
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We got enough champagne here to start a France.
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had taken her for his bride. She had good legs, very white, and a good body, and her name was May.
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twice
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lot of money over
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Il lui arrivait souvent de regarder les vieilles dames qui traversaient d'un pas trainant les rues de la ville la ou l'autobus menacait et savait qu'a l'interieur de ces corps ratatines souriaient des visages resplendissants d'adolescentes.
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themselves
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that was April
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They were running out of suspects and into dead ends. They were running into airtight alibis and out of patience. They were running up one-way alleys and phone bills. They were running down a killer who did not yet exist. They were running around in circles.
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I'm getting so I miss my morning coffee and corpse.
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Some kid was shoving muggles. Marijuana, Dad. We call it--" "I know the names," Byrnes said."
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well
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purse, was steady.
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why was Weeks virtually
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As a matter of fact, if either of the two men were Buckingham or Ovid or Byron, they might have respectively realized that "love is the salt of life," and "the perpetual source of fears and anxieties," and "a capricious power"--but they weren't poets, they" --
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stood
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little wrapped package,
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Den uperkhe pia to khoneuteri, aute etan e tragodia. Upotithetai oti tha tous dekhomastan olous, tha tous kalosorizame me anoikhtes agkales, tha tous sphigggame pano mas, me te storge pou deikhnoume stous dikous mas anthropous, tha sphurelatesoume apo khiliades phules, mia monadike dunate, pallomene phule. Aute etan e arkhike idea. Katholou kake, edo pou ta leme. Enas laos. Mia kale, euprepes, tolmere kai entime phule. Kapou omos sta misa t..
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It always rains on Mondays anyway. Monday is the bitchingest day in the week and should be struck completely from the calendar.
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Are you hungry?" "A little," I paused, "and thirsty." "Miss Collins will get you some dinner. And a glass of milk." "Milk?" I said. I tried to raise my eyebrows but even that hurt. "Milk," the doctor repeated."
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lighted
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We can't let a cop be killed because a cop is a symbol of law and order.
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them perhaps half an hour to finish all they have to do. Alan gets behind the wheel and honks the horn. In the stillness of the night, it sounds like
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Georgie's grandfather had been born in Italy, and lived in America for five years before he got his citizenship papers, at which time he could rightfully be called an Italian-American. In Georgie's eyes, this was the only time the hyphenate could be used properly. His parents had been born here of Italian-American parents, but this did not make them similarly Italian-Americans, it made them simply Americans
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What was the name of the band?" Carella said. "I don't think it had a name. It was a pickup band." "It had a leader, didn't it?" "Well, he wasn't exactly a leader. Not the type anybody would want to be taken to, if you follow me."
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newspapers over his face.
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arrived
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