He's A Good Man," Ranger Said. "and

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Men!" "at Least We Don't Fake It." "listen, It Was Your Uncle. And We Were Late, Remember? So I Made The Sacrifice And Got Us There In Time For Dessert. You Should Be Thanking Me." Morelli's Mouth Was Open Slightly And His Face Was Registering A Mixture Of Astonished Disbelief And Wounded, Pissed-off Male Pride. Okay, It Wasn't That Much Of A Sacrifice At The Time, And I Knew He Shouldn't Be Thanking Me, But Give Me A Break Here... This Wasn't Famine In Ethiopia

The Elevator Doors Opened, And Ranger Stepped Out And Spied Tank Stretched Out On The Carpet. "fainted," I Said. Ranger Walked To Tank And Stood Hands On Hips, Staring Down At Him. "tank Doesn't Faint. I've Been In Firefights With Him. He's A Rock." "well, The Rock Fainted.

He’s Sort Of A Homeless Horse,” I Said. “i’m Leaving For The Airport In Two Seconds, And I Won’t Be Back For A Couple Days. You Can Put The Horse In The Garage, But I Don’t Want That Horse In My Apartment.” “who Would Put A Horse In An Apartment? That’s Dumb.” “where’s The Horse Staying Now?” “my Apartment.” “i Can Always Count On You To Brighten My Day,” Ranger Said. And He Disconnected.