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		<title>Username unknown:&amp;#32;Created page with 'She's a stunning picture. But she's not that good. You fight down your baser instincts. She's not worth the trouble of going up against the likes of Marty Riordan.  'Sorry Blondi…'</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;#39;She&amp;#39;s a stunning picture. But she&amp;#39;s not that good. You fight down your baser instincts. She&amp;#39;s not worth the trouble of going up against the likes of Marty Riordan.  &amp;#39;Sorry Blondi…&amp;#39;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's a stunning picture. But she's not that good. You fight down your baser instincts. She's not worth the trouble of going up against the likes of Marty Riordan.&lt;br /&gt;
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'Sorry Blondie,' you say. 'No dice.'&lt;br /&gt;
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The disappointment is clear on her face. 'Very well,' she says finally. Without a word she sweeps out to the door. 'You know the way out,' she says. 'Close the door behind you when you leave, would you? There's a terrible draught.'&lt;br /&gt;
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With that she's gone, leaving you alone. Just you and the bottle of scotch. You sigh and pour yourself another drink. It was a tough call, but you made the right decision. You go out into the rain, closing the door behind you like she told you to.&lt;br /&gt;
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(Not the end. Still adding stuff on)&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:Noir Detective]][[Category:Chapter 1A - The Call]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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