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Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Random Novel Sampling

Cell phone conversation from the book. Heck, you over hear this stuff in the streets, why not here online?

(our main character has broken into an apartment of a computer hacker for various reasons, is on his cell phone talking with a handler)

"You sure this kid isn't working with the magician?" I asked (Baron).

"I'm positive. You had your doubts. Why?"

"Cause the magician could be hiding in here and I probably wouldn't notice him."

"That bad, huh," Baron said.

"You know how three-day old wet socks smell?"

"Yeah," he said chuckling.

"A candle with that scent would freshen up this place."

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