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"Geez, there's a lot of ugly girls out tonight," Al commented.
Al and Paul sat in Paul's short limo. It was just after five o'clock that Friday evening, and the streets along the commercial district were lit by the lampposts. People walked to and fro, getting to work or a dinner date. The limo drove in circles of figure-eights around the blocks. Al's window was rolled down and he surveyed the scene with his usual tact.
Paul leaned into the dark corner corner opposite Al. His arms were crossed over his chest and one leg was crossed over the other. In the dim light his eyes appeared to glow. "You're not going to find her."
Al scowled at him. "How would you know? You're not even looking for her." Paul's illuminated eyes flickered up to Al and narrowed. The manager held up his
