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The Littlest Client #167

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He beckoned me over to him. He was chomping on the pathetic remnants of what must have once been a mighty cigar. The stubble all over his chin pointed to someone who wasn't able to find their razor that morning. And maybe the morning before either.

"Hello, Aristotle. How's the flora these days?"

He smiled and wiped his little hand off on his shirt and stuck it out. I shook it.

"Business slowed down a bit after Valentine's Day but it'll pick up at Easter. What can I do for you, Randolph?"

"I need to see Eddie. And it's urgent."

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