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2 viewsSlick walked around the hover, past the chrome skulls, hearing Kid Afrika's window come down with that same demonstrative little sound."Slick Henry," the Kid said, his breath puffing white as it hit the air of the Solitude, "hello." Slick looked down at the long brown face.Kid Afrika had big hazel eyes, slitted like a cat's, a pencil-thin mustache, and skin with the sheen of buffed leather."Hey, Kid." Slick smelled some kind of incense from inside the hover."How y ' doin'?" "Well," the Kid said, narrowing his eyes, "recall you sayin' once, if I ever needed a favor ..
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0 views"Because," the hairdresser said, his tone carefully even as he ran a comb back through her hair, "he had some bad things to say about Angela Mitchell while she was off in Jamaica getting her little head straight." It wasn't what she'd expected."He did?" "Didn't he just, missy." He began to cut her hair, using the scissors that were one of his professional trademarks; he refused to use a laser pencil, claimed never to have touched one."Are you joking, Porphyre?" "No.He wouldn't say those things to me , but Porphyre hears , Porphyre always hears.
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0 viewsKid Afrika had big hazel eyes, slitted like a cat's, a pencil-thin mustache, and skin with the sheen of buffed leather."Hey, Kid." Slick smelled some kind of incense from inside the hover."How y ' doin'?" "Well," the Kid said, narrowing his eyes, "recall you sayin' once, if I ever needed a favor ...""Right," Slick said, feeling a first twinge of apprehension.
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0 viewsThe driver tugged the goggles down and squinted at him; female, but now the amber goggles hung around her neck, concealing her mouth and chin.The Kid would be on the far side, a good thing in the unlikely event Little Bird started shooting."Go on around," the girl said.Slick walked around the hover, past the chrome skulls, hearing Kid Afrika's window come down with that same demonstrative little sound."Slick Henry," the Kid said, his breath puffing white as it hit the air of the Solitude, "hello." Slick looked down at the long brown face.Kid Afrika had big hazel eyes, slitted like a cat's, a pencil-thin mustache, and skin with the sheen of buffed leather."Hey, Kid." Slick smelled some kind of incense from inside the hover.
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0 views"Because," the hairdresser said, his tone carefully even as he ran a comb back through her hair, "he had some bad things to say about Angela Mitchell while she was off in Jamaica getting her little head straight." It wasn't what she'd expected."He did?" "Didn't he just, missy." He began to cut her hair, using the scissors that were one of his professional trademarks; he refused to use a laser pencil, claimed never to have touched one."Are you joking, Porphyre?" "No.He wouldn't say those things to me , but Porphyre hears , Porphyre always hears.
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2 views"Why not?" She felt herself warming to the Net gossip that was Porphyre's other specialty."Because," the hairdresser said, his tone carefully even as he ran a comb back through her hair, "he had some bad things to say about Angela Mitchell while she was off in Jamaica getting her little head straight." It wasn't what she'd expected."He did?" "Didn't he just, missy." He began to cut her hair, using the scissors that were one of his professional trademarks; he refused to use a laser pencil, claimed never to have touched one."Are you joking, Porphyre?" "No.
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0 views"Because," the hairdresser said, his tone carefully even as he ran a comb back through her hair, "he had some bad things to say about Angela Mitchell while she was off in Jamaica getting her little head straight." It wasn't what she'd expected."He did?" "Didn't he just, missy." He began to cut her hair, using the scissors that were one of his professional trademarks; he refused to use a laser pencil, claimed never to have touched one."Are you joking, Porphyre?" "No.He wouldn't say those things to me , but Porphyre hears , Porphyre always hears.
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1 viewsSlick walked around the hover, past the chrome skulls, hearing Kid Afrika's window come down with that same demonstrative little sound."Slick Henry," the Kid said, his breath puffing white as it hit the air of the Solitude, "hello." Slick looked down at the long brown face.Kid Afrika had big hazel eyes, slitted like a cat's, a pencil-thin mustache, and skin with the sheen of buffed leather."Hey, Kid." Slick smelled some kind of incense from inside the hover."How y ' doin'?" "Well," the Kid said, narrowing his eyes, "recall you sayin' once, if I ever needed a favor ..
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