I changed my mind. I donโt want to be an inveshtigative journalist anymore. I want to be a professional rum drinker.โ โThere are people who do that,โ Duff said. Heโd barely sipped his rum. โReally? What do you call them?โ โAlcoholics.
Libba BrayThe police have asked for my help. There's been a murder." "A murder! Oh, my. Let me just change my shoes," Evie said excitedly. "It won't be a minute.
Libba BrayYou canโt blame a fella for kissing the prettiest girl in New York, can you, sister?โ Samโs grin was anything but apologetic. Evie brought up her knee quickly and decisively, and he dropped to the floor like a grain sack. โYou canโt blame a girl for her quick reflexes now, can you, pal?
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