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"I want Celine," she said. "I've got to have him."
Such a sexy voice, it was getting to me, really.
"Celine?" I said. "Give me a bit of background. Talk to me, lady. Keep talking ..."
"Zip up," she said.
I looked down.
"How did you know?" I asked ...
Anyhoo, Hank Bukowski is our nomination for today's quote of the day - or any day, for that matter. Take it away, Hank: "When you leave your typewriter you leave your machine gun and the rats come pouring through." Amen, brother.
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