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Bourbon On The Rocks #182


I called Tiffany's apartment. It rang six times and I was about to hang up when she answered.

“Hello?” she said.

“Tiffany, it’s Jake.”

“Jake! Where are you? Are you okay?”

“I’ve been going for a swim,” I said truthfully.


“Nothing. Look, baby, I’m in a real jam here. Can you come get me? I’m in the Port of Los Angeles at San Pedro Bay.”

“What? Why in the hell are you….. You know what? Nothing really surprises me anymore. I’ll be there as soon as I can. How will I find you?”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll find you.”

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