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... th the engine rumbling like an old smoker in the stuffy night air.
Hoodie pulled it up and over his greasy hair and the Playbook was wedged in his spine like a bad tattoo that was itching to be peeled.
"Told Marie I’d bail on this gig. Yeah, right. Liar, liar, pants on fire."
The street behind The Vault smelled like a urinal after happy hour, the damp, urine-impregnated bricks mixed with the grease of the fryer which had stuck to his nostrils as unpleasant perfume.
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