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- From: caz@owlnet.rice.edu (HWRNMNBSOL)
- Subject: Rictus Hep, P.I. (Continue Or Die)
- Message-ID: <C0D9rA.L8v@rice.edu>
- Sender: caz@owlnet.rice.edu (James Ulysses Cazamias)
- Organization: Rice University
- Date: Tue, 5 Jan 1993 05:54:46 GMT
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- It was one of those nights. Or days. Nights or days, who cares, I didn't.
- We'll say it was at some point in a standard diurnal cycle, and leave it
- there to rot with the apples in the fallow orchards.
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- The light seeped through my blinds like semen through a faulty IUD. I had
- a buzz on my head like the first day of boot camp, and even a slug of Scope
- couldn't chase the little green men away. I kicked my Vans up on the
- chiffarobe and whistled softly through my buttocks. What a day. Or night.
- Whatever.
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- My name's Rictus Hep; I'm a Private Dick. I'm also a detective, and I
- resent the implication. My office fronts on 64th, backs onto 16th, and
- kind of sidles past the Battery. I smoke, wear a trenchcoat, and whack
- off to Body Electric. I carry a gun, but it doesn't work. That's OK,
- 'cause neither do I: I'm a Private Detective.
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- I was just settling down for a little nap, having burrowed deep into the
- cool mud at the banks of Lake Victoria, when SHE walked in.......
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