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Death in High Places (19/??)
"Spare some money, mate?"
I looked over. "Hello, Stu," I said.
His polyester suit had seen better days. About thirty years ago. But it was still white-ish, and here and there a thread sparkled under the grime. "You know me, I'm good for it!" Stu said.
"You still owe me twenty, Stu."
"Sure thing this time!" he said, "Look at the music scene. The time is right for my triumphant return!"
Disco hadn't been kind to Stu for many years. He'd been on the street and proclaiming his triumphant returns... "Actually, Stu, if you could do me a favor..."
I looked over. "Hello, Stu," I said.
His polyester suit had seen better days. About thirty years ago. But it was still white-ish, and here and there a thread sparkled under the grime. "You know me, I'm good for it!" Stu said.
"You still owe me twenty, Stu."
"Sure thing this time!" he said, "Look at the music scene. The time is right for my triumphant return!"
Disco hadn't been kind to Stu for many years. He'd been on the street and proclaiming his triumphant returns... "Actually, Stu, if you could do me a favor..."
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Disco Stu.
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