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PS, here's a chunk of the new draft:
There was clearly no time to dally, even excluding the discovery of the drugged monkey. Was she to draw the conclusion that Pennington dealt weapons and drugs to apes? Did it even stop there, or was this all going to end in a brothel with sad-faced monkeys in soiled bridal gowns, fishnet stockings, crisp pink tearaway panties? Jack reeled, trying to focus herself on the sheaves of paper with academic itineraries on them. Who would Pennington be following now, where could she wrap her fingers around his neck? All she had to hold onto were half a dozen ridiculous questions. Templechurch. She'd have to tap Templechurch. |
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