I am not a loser, remarked Bub, even if Daddy did remove all my baby pictures from the family album and replace them with photographs of total strangers. It's just that they were really handsome total strangers. Why I might well have done the same thing had I been in his position and for all I know I may yet.
May Yet, the master spy of the Orient, sneered into his cup of black coffee. Stupid British secret agent man! he snarled, Come to your doom! – only to realize upon taking a sip that his coffee was not coffee at all but alcohol mixed with black powder. He choked and instinctively reached for his cigarette. Halfway through a drag the obvious occurred and he departed through the skylight, not precisely precipitously but that word would come into play shortly thereafter.
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