"The company I keep speaks for me."
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"Oh, I say!"
His pencil flies across his note-pad. A haze of graphite arises. You drop names and recount encounters with the artless casualness of a Mahogany Hall singer strewing flowers. He is impressed. Is he impressed enough?
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