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Leave Her To Hell

''Buy me a drink,'' she said.

''I’m too poor,'' I said.

''I’ll buy you one.''

''I’m too proud,'' I said.

''In my apartment,'' she said, ''there’s Scotch, rye, bourbon - anything you want!''

''Anything?''

''Anything!''

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