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Tiki Moon #152

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"Let's go to the office. That's where your money is. I'm good friends with the owner. We'll have privacy there."

He and Benjamin Franklin, to whom I still had yet to be introduced, turned and walked toward the back of the club. I walked behind with legs bent at the knees, staying in the character of Groucho. Why I don't know.

We passed through a door and down a hall to another door marked "Manager." Morty opened it and let Benjy and me go through first.

It was a plush office. The Tiki Moon's manager was doing well for himself...

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