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Monday, April 6, 2009



"Cheapskate," said the cowboy.
Then he frowned, thinking.
"Of course, perhaps he intended
to let you keep it."

Michael Crichton
Zero Cool
1969
Posted by David Rachels at 3:00 AM

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