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Several years later, I was dining at the Beverly Hills Hotel. He seemed to relax. Drive careful.
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We were hunting bigger game. I continued watching the ball game.
I identified myself. Two pretty girls from Mary Mount College jumped out to greet me.
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I'm really serious. I applied the brakes. Erik Sloane also exhibited there.
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