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sexual fantasy story of Maya Ohno :
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here, and although it pains me somewhat to say it, I don't think I can cite
you on any Code violations, except perhaps being cheap bastards...and denying
some indolent girl a little pocket money. Provided you get this fucking rifle
off the floor, that is." Harlan nudged Josh's Heckler & Koch with his foot.
"They let you carry field arms around on the street. Inside of the barrel
looks filthy, too. What's the world coming to. Okay, well, have fun."
Ruben showed Harlan the door. The older mentat draped his scarf over his
jacket again, scanned the hallway, and left.
"I wonder what's like to work with Guile Edwards," Josh said
wonderingly.
Or to ride his woman like a wild stallion, Ruben thought. "I hear he's
real normal."
"What the fuck is normal?" Tran said, making the others jump.
Recovering, Ruben said, "Not like Custer Triumphant or something, like
so many snappers. Imposing. You know."
Josh did know. All mentats knew. It was tough, in certain ways, not to
have direct mental influence over the outside world.
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