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ella
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read the next 3 stories and finished part I
- "i feel bad killing you" by leigh brackett
- "dead man" by james m. cain
- "the night's for cryin'" by chester himes
— Aug 04, 2026 01:01AM
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- "i feel bad killing you" by leigh brackett
- "dead man" by james m. cain
- "the night's for cryin'" by chester himes
ella
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read 1st two stories- "i'll be waiting" by raymond chandler and "murder in blue" by paul cain
— Aug 02, 2026 11:06AM
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Joe
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Socrates went through the doorless doorway into his other room. He lay down on the couch and just before he was asleep he thought of how he'd wake up alone. The rooster was hoarse in his old age, his crow no more than a whisper.
But at least that motherfucker tried.
— Mar 16, 2019 05:48PM
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But at least that motherfucker tried.
Joe
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"What you doin' there, boy?"
It was six a.m. Socrates Fortlow had come out to the alley to see what was wrong with Billy. He hadn't heard him crow that morning and was worried about his old friend.
The sun was just coming up. The alley was almost pretty with the trash and broken asphalt covered in half-light, Discarded wine bottles shone like murky emeralds in the sludge.
— Mar 16, 2019 05:44PM
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It was six a.m. Socrates Fortlow had come out to the alley to see what was wrong with Billy. He hadn't heard him crow that morning and was worried about his old friend.
The sun was just coming up. The alley was almost pretty with the trash and broken asphalt covered in half-light, Discarded wine bottles shone like murky emeralds in the sludge.
Joe
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From my office windows I watched L.A. celebrate the end of World War II. Central Division Warrants took up the entire north side of City Hall's eleventh floor, so my vantage point was high and wide.
— Mar 16, 2019 02:24PM
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Joe
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I sat in my brand new office with the odor of paint in my nostrils and waited for something to happen. I had been back on the Boulevard for one day. This was the beginning of the second day. Below the window, flashing in the morning sun, the traffic raced and roared with a noise like battle. It made me nervous. It made me want to move. I was dressed up in civilian clothes with no place to go and nobody to go with.
— Mar 15, 2019 10:04PM
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