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She looked playful and eager, but not quite sure of herself, like a new kitten in a house where they don't care much about kittens.
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noir-style
metaphors
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Raymond Chandler |
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A check girl in peach-bloom Chinese pajamas came over to take my hat and disapprove of my clothes. She had eyes like strange sins.
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women
dicks
noir-style
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Raymond Chandler |
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ca4023a
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What do you want me to do, learn to stutter?
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comebacks
sam-spade
noir-style
witty
noir
noir-fiction
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Dashiell Hammett |
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"So you shoot people," she said quietly. "You're a killer." "Me? How?" "The papers and the police fixed it up nicely. But I don't believe everything I read." "Oh, you think I accounted for Geiger - or Brody-or both of them." She didn't say anything. "I didn't have to," I said. "I might have. I suppose, and got away with it. Neither of them would have hesitated to throw lead at." "That makes you a killer at heart, like all cops." "Oh, nuts."
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murder
noir-style
detective-novel
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Raymond Chandler |
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c9a486d
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ON PLAYING back the 911 recording, it'd seem that Mrs. Stegman was more concerned that the man outside her apartment door was naked than that he had a big shotgun.
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surprising
violent
noir-style
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Warren Ellis |
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Lots of cops married nurses, Tallow knew. Nurses understood the life: murderous shiftwork, long stretches of boredom, sudden adrenaline spikes, blood everywhere. Tallow almost smiled as he followed his wincing partner into the apartment building. He made sure the door closed as silently as possible, and only then did he draw his firearm.
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noir-style
slice-of-life
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Warren Ellis |
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e3716e0
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IT TOOK a conscious effort for Tallow to keep his hand off his gun as he walked up the apartment building's stairs. There was no threat here. He told himself that with every step. But every step held memory.
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violence
noir-style
noir
ptsd
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Warren Ellis |