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'
Truer
words
were
never
spoken
.
’
'
I
let
you
out
of
my
sight
for
two
hours
and
you
score
.
’
She
shook
her
head
.
'
I
hope
you
’
re
gonna
be
ready
for
our
big
dinner
date
with
Armitage
tonight
.
This
Twentieth
Century
place
.
We
get
to
watch
Riviera
strut
his
stuff
,
too
.
’
'
Yeah
,
’
Case
said
,
arching
his
back
,
his
smile
locked
into
a
rictus
of
delight
,
'
beautiful
.
’
'
Man
,
’
she
said
,
'
if
whatever
that
is
can
get
in
past
what
those
surgeons
did
to
you
in
Chiba
,
you
are
gonna
be
in
sad
ass
shape
when
it
wears
off
.
’
'
Bitch
,
bitch
,
bitch
,
’
he
said
,
unbuckling
his
belt
.
'
Doom
.
Gloom
.
All
I
ever
hear
.
’
He
took
his
pants
off
,
his
shirt
,
his
underwear
.
'
I
think
you
oughta
have
sense
enough
to
take
advantage
of
my
unnatural
state
.
’
He
looked
down
.
'
I
mean
,
lookat
this
unnatural
state
.
’
She
laughed
.
'
It
won
’
t
last
’
'
But
it
will
,
’
he
said
,
climbing
into
the
sand
-
colored
temperfoam
,
'
that
’
s
what
’
s
so
unnaturalabout
it
.
’
'
Case
,
what
’
s
wrong
with
you
?
’
Armitage
said
,
as
the
waiter
was
seating
them
at
his
table
in
the
Vingtime
Sicle
.
It
was
the
smallest
and
most
expensive
of
several
floating
restaurants
on
a
small
lake
near
the
Intercontinental
.
Case
shuddered
.
Bruce
hadn
’
t
said
anything
about
after
effects
.
He
tried
to
pick
up
a
glass
of
ice
water
,
but
his
hands
were
shaking
.
'
Something
I
ate
,
maybe
.
’
