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Generations had been born and died in between the times she had gotten laid. For four hours he had shifted his own troubles to the shoulders of these imaginative characters. What he needed most in this hour was a bottle of American rye-whisky and a friendly American bar-keep to talk to. ‘Don’t dare call her that to my face. Raymond Plote would only be missed by his mother. It was decrepit and too large. After the first courses however she scarcely noticed him.
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