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prints, etc. But unless that happens, this is being treated as an interrupted robbery.
That's all I can think of. Good luck, and tell your colleagues to knock it off already on the
Street Crime Unit. Yeah, some of them are scumbags, but most of them are good guys.
Paul
To: Nadine Wilcock
From: Mel Fuller
Subject: He didn't mean it
Nadine, you know he didn't mean it. At least not the way you think he did.
All Tony was saying is that if you're going to sit around and complain about your weight
so much, why not do something about it and join a gym. He never said you were fat. All
right? I was there. HE DID NOT SAY YOU'RE FAT. Now are you seriously going to tell me you
didn't have fun at the party? And Tony's uncle Giovanni is a doll. That toast he gave
the two of you...it was so sweet! I swear, Nadine, sometimes I'm so jealous of you I could
burst. I would give anything to find a guy with an uncle Giovanni who'd throw me a pool party and
call me a Botticelli Venus. And you did NOT look fat in that suit. My God, it had enough Gortex in
it to keep Marlon Brando's flab in check. Your tiny belly didn't stand a chance.
So would you snap out of it and act like an adult? If you're good, I’ll let you come over
and spy on Max Friedlander with me....Oooh, look, tonight he's got on a muscle T....
Mel
To: Mel Fuller
From: Nadine Wilcock
Subject: My butt
You are lying. About the muscle T and about what Tony meant. You know good and well
he meant that he's sick of looking at my size sixteen rear end. I am sick and tired of
looking at my size sixteen rear end. And I fully intend to join a gym.
I just don't need Tony suggesting it. It's his fault I'm this size, you know. I was a size
twelve until he came along and started making me his trademark pappardella alla Toscana with
four cheeses and a Marsala wine sauce every night. Oh, baby, come on, just try a taste, you've
never had anything like it. Ha! And what about his rigatoni alla vodka? Vodka my ass. That's a
cream sauce, and nobody can tell me any different. And as for being called a Botticelli Venus,
believe me, there are better things to be called. Now what's the dog guy really wearing?
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