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		<title>Noir, part 2</title>
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<p>Third time this month.  I&#8217;m not surprised.  With my phone disconnected, it&#8217;s the second best way to send me a message.</p>
<p>The dame didn&#8217;t react quickly enough, though.  Now she&#8217;s got a blackeye.</p>
<p>&#8220;Duck,&#8221; I say, smiling.</p>
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