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"You
were hiking with Nina, hug?" Paul said.
"Right."
Paul got up and went to his window, looking down at the
Hog's Breath Inn's outdoor courtyard, where the happy-hour
crowd was sitting around in their casual California togs
mellowing out on merlot or chardonnay from the little local
vineyard where they'd gone wine-tasting that afternoon. In
a little while they would meander down Ocean Boulevard to
the main beach to watch the sunset, pleasantly fuzzy, just
the way he intended to be in half an hour.
So Hallowell was the reason for his recent demotion by Nina
to best buddy.
"I ought to take her over my knee and spank her,"
Paul said
to the heedless happy people.
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