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The Naked Beat


I got back to the café just before Rebecca and Jeffrey showed up. I'd had a busy afternoon.

They came in together and I kissed Rebecca and shook Jeffrey's hand, then led them to my usual table. I had champagne ready to go. I had three copies of the evening edition of the Los Angeles Times, one for each of us. Rebecca didn't need to read the article on the Beatniks. She wrote it. But I didn't want her to feel left out.

I poured us each some champagne and then stood up to make my toast to my lady...

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