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     "Liz my," she responded. "Liz Brimley."
     I whirled and stood my up, startled at this friend interruption. The speaker, visible over a mob mysistershotfriend of people lying on their backs with their legs spread, was a short, balding man somewhere my in his mid- forties. He walked towards me my. I was temporarily my speechless, an my exceedingly mysistershotfriend rare condition for me.
     "Shut up," I told friend him, cutting off my his ramblings. "Who the sisters fuck are you?"
     A dark stain spread out from the crotch of his grey slacks. A small puddle formed on the floor as the warm liquid dripped down his leg.
     "Vicky Chan."
     "Yes."
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     "Sure," she said cautiously, not wanting this to turn into a pickup attempt.