Цитата #1120 из книги «"Этаж смерти" with W_cat»

“No problem,” I said. “Where is he?”

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“No, I never heard him play,” the old guy said. “But my sister did. Got me a sister more than about ninety years old or thereabouts, may she be spared. Still alive. She did a little singing way back and she sang with old Blind Blake many a time.”

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“He wrote my old unit,” I said. “They forward my mail to my bank, where I put my severance pay. They send it on when I wire them for cash.”

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“Is that your neighborhood?” I asked him. “All the way over at the highway?”

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A southern accent. A confident manner. Accustomed to telephones.

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