Instinctively he knows my central weakness: inability to avoid filling an awkward silence with jabber.
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“The key, Boston Blackie. You’ve broken into your last crime scene.”
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So I told him about the balloon payment. “Is that all?” he said. “I thought maybe you had a lump in your testicle.”
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But the visitor on my doorstep is a stranger, a smallish man in an orange-and-silver jogging suit with chestnut hair falling over one eye, lending him the illusion of youth.
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‘Friend’ is an easy word to throw around; it should have ten syllables, to prove you’re prepared to work at it.
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It’s a job to them. It’s like a surgeon referring to a patient, a fellow human being, as ‘my gallbladder.
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If I told you half the ways a private conversation can be overheard, you’d dump all your gadgets and communicate by tin cans.

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