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I wondered, once again, of all the joints I could have waltzed into, and it had to be this crazy son of a crazy gin store!
"Bartender", I yelled, "Two gins for me, and whatever the ape and the clown are having, make it three each;" I'll get to the bottom of this case if it means killing me before both these two jack-asses are too drunk to realise what was happening; meanwhile, the Dame ?
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