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The Dancers Finished Thier Set, And One Immediately Strolled Over To Our Table And Straddled Ranger. Want A Private Party?" She Asked. Not Tonight," Ranger Said. He Handed Her A Twenty, And She Left. What About The Cat-feeding Theory?" I Asked Him. Out The Window.

I Received Rejection Letters For Ten Years (one On A Napkin, Written In Crayon.) I Had All My Rejection Notices Stored In A Box. When The Box Was Finally Full I Took It To The Curb And Set It On Fire. The Next Day I Went Out And Got A Temp Job.

Are You Telling Me You Think Ranger's A Superhero?' Think About It. We Don't Know Where He Lives. We Don't Know Anything About Him.' Superheroes Are Make-believe.' Oh Yeah?' Lula Said. 'what About God?

Fine. Let Ranger Get Someone Else. Trust Me, You Don't Want To Be Out Looking For A Parking Place On Sloane In The Middle Of The Night." I Won't Have To Look For A Parking Place. Tank's Picking Me Up. Your Working With A Guy Name Tank? He's Big. Jesus, Morelli Said. I Had To Fall In Love With A Woman Who Works With A Guy Named Tank. You Love Me? Of Course I Love You. I Just Don't Want To Marry You.

You Ever Get Any Death Threats? How About Ex-husbands Or Ex-boyfriends? You Run Over Anyone Recently?” ~ Morelli