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NICHOLAS BOOTHMAN
the engine, he turned to me. “Are you perhaps a fan of
jazz?”
I nodded.
He reached into his jacket pocket and produced a
beermat with a flourish. “Ah, Brubeck-type jazz,” I said.
He grinned. “My new project.”
The Oldsmobile roared to life beneath him.
"What project?" I asked, but he was already pulling
away.
"Come and see for yourself.”
I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being drawn
into something much bigger than myself.
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