Quink
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She smiled. "That was my father's name."
I knew that, of course; that's why I'd chosen it. "Go on," I said, waving a hand toward the stairs.
"I can't afford to pay," she said.
"No charge tonight."
She dimpled. "You can be so sweet."
I shrugged.
"Come on," the Todd said, tugging her toward the stairs.
After they were upstairs, I lit another cigarette and punched up the silf for the front door.
"What's up, quink?"
"You know Alexia?"
"The one with the eyes? Here every Tuesday night?"
"That's her." I took a drag. "She's blackballed after tonight."
"I thought she was your squish."
"Just blackball her before I degauss your digital ass."
"Fine. She's blackballed. Sheesh. Quinks can be so damn touchy." It dropped the connection.
I leaned back in my chair. In that hard unyielding wooden chair, the same chair I sat in every night. A splotch of moonlight leaked through the filthy window, and lay on the
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There's not much to the plot, but you'll be kept busy trying to figure out what's being said and what's going on. A nicely strange story.
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