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“You’re back early,” Wally remarked as Pat walked into the office, dropping the car keys on the desk. “Johnny will be pleased.”
“Where’s my replacement? There was no bouncer on the door when I came in.”
“Getting stoned, around the corner.”
“You’re kidding me.”
“He’s an old mate of Johnny’s,” said Wally, lifting his hands in a gesture of hopelessness. “What can I do?” Continue reading









