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The news in L.A. was in an uproar. Media staples like ABC, CBS, NBC, and FOX, along with the cable standards all flocked to an offramp outside of San Andreas. out of one of the vans stepped a comely young woman with a wind-swept, perfectly moussed hairstyle and a pressed formal business skirt-and-jacket over her smart turtleneck shirt. She directed ( Read more... ) -
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Pickles stepped through the door and tossed the bottles onto the end table he'd set near the patio door after finding the Bar was just on the other side.
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Pickles had spread out a blanket and had grabbed a couple bottles of booze, including the expensive-as-hell one. He'd also gathered driftwood and built a fairly impressive little fire between them and the water. It was really just to keep himself busy, since as much as he said it didn't bother him, and as much as he'd been playing it cool ( Read more... ) -
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Pickles had a fairly short day, all he had to do was record a few tracks for a new song, and hit the fashion consultant's to get his new wardrobe. He knew he'd be home before Miniver, so he picked up five good bottles of cognac, and set them aside, then practiced his drums for an hour, before settling down with a book, sprawled on the couch ( Read more... ) -
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Oddly enough, VII was closer than Madame Lily's, so Pickles led the way into the room, holding the door for Remy, "Interest you in anything?" The way he said it could only mean one thing. Illicit and wholly dubious narcotics.
