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Chapter 11
Chapter 11I took a late call and was out all night, and when I returned the next morning, Paul was sleeping. I went right to bed. When we finally talked it over, Paul agreed with Tim that we should let our clients make the call. “We really can’t take care of them all anymore.” “And who they f**k probably won’t make much difference to them one way or the other. They’ll have a hole to stick their pole in.” “Whoa! Someone is getting burned out, isn’t he?” I scowled. That was twice in the same week someone had said that to me. He studied my face, then came to me and hugged me. “I’m sorry I teased you, Sweets. I’ve got Spike to get me through the rough patches, but you’re alone.” I shrugged. “It’s not a big deal.” “It’ll be okay.” He ran his palm up and down my back. “You’ll find someone
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