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June 29, 2007


A list of names, a list of locations.

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Tanya: Memories

Denny O’Reardon was my first, in Poughkeepsie. He was an older guy, married with two kids. Just looking for a good time. Then Joey Something in Toronto. Single, cute. Young.

Bobby Sinclair in Boston was my favorite. He was fast and wild, and had a sweet Corvette. After that there were two girls, but that was just a phase.

Tom was my latest. I ended that last night, downtown. They say you get numb, that it starts to matter less. But I remember the gleam of the knife and the blood, and still feel the rush, from every single one.

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Ted: Old Habits

Benny, under the grate at GCS, has the best speed.

Jane, uptown, has the brown stuff.

Finest grass in the Quad? Stevie over in Peck Hall.

Cyn has to be the finest piece of ass in town. Her apartment is over the pool hall, MacLaren's.

I can always find the vice in any town. It is an absolute talent.

But you want more than vice. You want sin.

You sure about that, sister?


I'm sorry. You're right. Not my business.

Well... technically... it is.

Yeah, I'm into it. No, it's ok, really. I always wanted to fuck a nun.

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David: This Land Is My Land

Private Tom Johnson: Row 7, Number 6. 1758.
Corporal Jim Johnson: Row 38, Number 19. 1775.
Sergeant Jack Johnson: Row 61, Number 68. 1813.
Sgt. Major Archibald Johnson (Confederate): Row 120, Number 2. 1863.
Lieutenant Theodore Johnson: Row 120, Number 3. 1863.
Captain Hiram Johnson: Row 178, Number 26. 1898.
Major William Johnson: Row 205, Number 99. 1917.
Lt. Col. Robert Johnson: Row 250, Number 67. 1941.
Colonel Nathaniel Johnson: Row 280, Number 44. 1951.
Brigadier Winston Johnson: Row 302, Number 78. 1968.
General Richard Johnson: Row 317, Number 85. 1990.
Dick, Jane, Suzy Johnson: Row 399, Number 93. 2001.

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Stacy: The Cleaner

Aleksander in Budapest. Leon in Paris. Sergei in Vladivostok.

Someone was systematically wiping out our agents, and I had to find out who. And end them.

I came up short in Beirut, the target had just left. Missed again in Seoul, by three days. After spending four days, and five informants, in the EU, I finally I felt I had solid lead.

I arrived in Miami, collected my case and procured a hotel room. It was then I discovered that the case, not mine obviously, contained a disassembled oboe. And that, sir, is why I utilized a 1954 Plymouth instead.

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