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Booker gave a small nod and ordered himself another Toddy with an order of banana bread drizzled with cheesecake frosting. "Well, we better play hard this weekend... come Monday we may not get to play for a while yet." But they both knew they had enough resources between the two of them that Isaac's extraction would go well.
It was a few hours later that Booker was beginning to show signs of well-rounded drunkenness. "Her." He said more with breath than voice. "Family is going to move out of New York.. husband and remaining son.." He was explaining a case he had not too long ago in which he was hired to look into a hit and run case. He found the man, watched the family bring him to justice and then heard the family's resolve: "Run'n away, I reckon.. n'from the pain." His head was much lower on the bar, slightly swaying from left to right and his hands occupied with one gripped to the bar and the other to his drink. As if both would keep him upright.
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My God what have we done to you.