You know what that is.

An ice cold beer.

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Peering up from under the brim of my copped fedora,

I study the smoke gathering at the ceiling.

Persing my lips, I pull on the cigarette, inhale,

and then exhale through my nostrils. I'm leaning back in my chair, feet propped on the desk.

My office is as dark as the city sewers. It's the end of another grim day. A day in which all the dogs

you pass bear their teeth. All the men are packing heat. And all the women seem to lift their

noses as you approach. A day in which everyone comes calling for the money you owe. Another damn day in this big, bad world.

With my right hand, I removed the cigarette from my mouth. With my left hand, I reach for the

glass of brown liquor sitting on a small stack of paperwork. There's a knock at the door.

Who is it? There's no answer. With a sigh, I turn my head

and see the silhouette of a dame through the smoked glass window. Come in if you're coming. I call out.

The door opens and the woman walks in. The white of her lab coat is stark against her dark

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