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Fine. Let Ranger Get Someone Else. Trust Me, You Don't Want To Be Out Looking For A Parking Place On Sloane In The Middle Of The Night." I Won't Have To Look For A Parking Place. Tank's Picking Me Up. Your Working With A Guy Name Tank? He's Big. Jesus, Morelli Said. I Had To Fall In Love With A Woman Who Works With A Guy Named Tank. You Love Me? Of Course I Love You. I Just Don't Want To Marry You.

I Pulled Into The Grand Union Parking Lot And Drove To The End Of The Mall Where The Bank Was Located. I Parked At A Safe Distance From Other Cars, Exited The Bmw, And Set The Alarm. You Want Me To Stay With The Car In Case Someone's Riding Around With A Bomb In His Backseat Looking For A Place To Put It?" Lula Asked. Not Necessary. Ranger Says The Car Has Sensors." Ranger Give You A Car With Bomb Sensors? The Head Of The Cia Don't Even Have A Car With Bomb Sensors. I Hear They Give Him A Stick With A Mirror On The End Of It.

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.

I Don't Think His Elevator Went All The Way To The Top Anymore, If You Know What I Mean

Nice Tackle, Babe." Ranger