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:23:19
Vodka and tonic, please.
:23:37
Thank you.
:23:38
The armchair adventurers
were packed away in their rooms.

:23:41
I sat in the bar thinking.
:23:43
What nut wanted me to write his life story?
:23:46
A Mafia boss on the run?
A defrocked priest? Adolf Hitler?

:23:50
I still didn't understand all the secrecy.
:23:53
As fiction, it was a guaranteed rejection slip.
:24:01
King.
:24:04
Room 313.
:24:07
- Have you got the key, sir?
- No.

:24:10
It's probably in the lock.
The boy will show you up.

:24:13
Boy!
:24:15
Room 313.
:24:59
- What are you doing here?
- I hope you don 't snore, Miller.


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