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unearths some literary gems.
From short stories by Joyce Porter:
***It was almost as if all four of them had been cast from the same mold and only as an afterthought had a few superficial details been added to distinguish one from the other.***Dover...started stirring it with a silver swizzle stick....The gentle exercise appeared to give him pleasure and for some minutes he swizzled away.***"Her name's Muriel but she likes to be called Spooky--so you can tell what sort she is."[Actually, I can't. Maybe the sort with whom love is kinda crazy?]***"And it stills leaves three of 'em--What's-his-name, Who's-your-father, and the woman."***
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