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I love 1940s private-eye mysteries. Here's a new one:
Only momentarily was I surprised as she came into my office wearing nothing but a negligee and a bracelet and, as she nimbly sat down in front of me and crossed her gams, I couldn’t help but notice that her bracelet consisted of 23 tiny designs embellished in silver beads of interlocking clasps consisting of lobster claws with tiny scintillant eyes that seemed to capture the dingy light from my one hanging light bulb, only to cast the light onto the four square walls of my closet-sized office into a coruscating show of iridescent colors as she breathily said, “Are you a private Dick?”
Don
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