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Post by con's fly is open on Jul 3, 2005 21:05:03 GMT 7
Hey man, thankyou. Thanks a lot. Now this is weird. One of my English Majors father is a high ranking police detective. So far I haven't sat down to talk with him about this particular case. But I will over the hols. I have lots of guanxi with this family. I spend a lot of time with their daughter and taught the women how to make jam. Next Autumn I've promised them I'll show them how to make red sauce and preserves. This is why I really want Millana to come to Xian. Woza too. These guys are seriously into dogs. They breed dogs to sell to the affluent to supplement the constabulary income. It would be easy to say oh he's a copper. Must be corrupt. But he's one of the few who is not. I know a corrupt copper when I meet him. I grew up in country Victorian pubs before late night closing. Say no more. I'm keeping a writing journal and I think I'll put some extra work into this story because it seems to be somehow given to me in a way that a lot of my creative efforts have been just practise. Know what I mean? Yes. Go, girl. and tell us about it Upstairs from here on in.
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Post by acjade on Jul 3, 2005 21:11:40 GMT 7
Does this mean I'm now a barflirty. And talk about art imitating life. That navel gazing exercise game George sent me is now being played out for real. Fly on moniter, swatter on the desk. And thatnks for the invitation upstairs. How do I pay my way get in there?
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Post by con's fly is open on Jul 3, 2005 22:49:34 GMT 7
Silly girl, I have no real power here! They just patronize me to keep me buying pints.
I'm pretty busy upgrading this site right now, but you're on my daytimer shortlist.
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