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From: | Marcella Conlon |
Subject: | [Help-nano] Re: crisp fauces |
Date: | Tue, 20 Dec 2005 06:38:18 -0500 |
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Judge, my house is your house was the reply.
I might even earn that courtesy.
Albert Armbruster, chairman of the Federal Trade Commission, got out
of his limousine and stood on the pavement before the steep steps of his
town house in Georgetown. Check with the office in the morning, he
said to the chauffeur, holding the rear door. As you know, Im not a
well man.
Yes, sir. The driver closed the door. Would you like assistance, sir?
Hell, no. Get out of here.
Yes, sir. The government chauffeur climbed into the front seat; the
sudden roar of his engine was not meant as a courteous exit as he sped
down the street. |
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