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From: jerrylives@freemail.com Subject: Dinner You got it. I'll make reservations for 8. I hope you know what you're doing, however, letting me choose the restaurant. I am very partial to entrails, you know. J To: jerrylives@freemail.com From: Mel Fuller Subject: I don't believe you You're just trying to scare me. I grew up on a farm, you know. We had entrails on toast every morning for breakfast. M To: Mel Fuller From: jerrylives@freemail.com Subject: Now you're scaring me. See you at 6. J To: John Trent From: Sergeant Paul Reese Subject: Last night Trent-- Look, man, I can't apologize enough. I don't know what's going on between you and the red-headed broad, but I didn't mean to blow it. I was just so surprised to see you there! I mean, John Trent, at the Animal Medical Center? What kind of crime could he be following up on? Certainly one of a fowl nature....Sorry. Couldn't resist. Seriously, we were just there to check on Hugo, the precinct's bomb-sniffing pooch. Some clown fed him a bunch of KFC left over from lunch, and you know what they say
about dogs and chicken bones.... Well, it turns out to be true. Although Hugo is expected to make a full recovery. What were you doing there, man? You looked strung out. Well, for a guy with a hot babe like that on his arm. Let me know if there's anything I can do to make up for it....Fix some parking tickets, maybe? Have the redhead's husband held without bail for the weekend. Whatever. Anything, anything to make it right again-- Paul To: Sergeant Paul Reese From: John Trent Subject: All is forgiven At least now. Last night, I could easily have throttled you. Not that it was in any way your fault. I mean, you saw me. You said, How's it going, Trent? as any normal person would. How were you to know I am currently living under an assumed name? But what started out as the most disastrous evening of all time--Who knew cats eat rubberbands? I certainly didn't. How have these animals lasted as long as they have, evolutionarily speaking? They seem to be dumb as rocks--turned out better than I ever could have imagined. So consider yourself forgiven, my friend. And as for the redhead, well, it's a long story. Maybe I'll even tell it to you someday. Depending upon how it turns out, of course. Right now, it's back to the Animal Medical Center for me. I have to bail out the cat, who has supposedly recovered nicely from his intestinal surgery. And on the way home from the animal hospital, I am going to buy that cat the biggest, smelliest fish you ever saw, as a thank you for his kind thoughtfulness in ingesting that rubberband. John To: Mel Fuller From: Nadine Wilcock Subject: Well???? What did you wear? Where did you end up going? Did you have fun? WHAT HAPPENED???? Nad
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about dogs and chicken bones.... Well, it turns out to be true. Although Hugo is expected to<br />
make a full recovery. What were you doing there, man? You looked strung out. Well, for a guy<br />
with a hot babe like that on his arm. Let me know if there's anything I can do to make up for<br />
it....Fix some parking tickets, maybe? Have the redhead's husband held without bail for the<br />
weekend. Whatever. Anything, anything to make it right again--<br />
Paul<br />
To: Sergeant Paul Reese <br />
From: John Trent <br />
Subject: All is forgiven<br />
At least now. Last night, I could easily have throttled you.<br />
Not that it was in any way your fault. I mean, you saw me. You said, How's it going,<br />
Trent? as any normal person would. How were you to know I am currently living under an<br />
assumed name? But what started out as the most disastrous evening of all time--Who knew<br />
cats eat rubberbands? I certainly didn't. How have these animals lasted as long as they have,<br />
evolutionarily speaking? <strong>The</strong>y seem to be dumb as rocks--turned out better than I ever<br />
could have imagined. So consider yourself forgiven, my friend.<br />
And as for the redhead, well, it's a long story. Maybe I'll even tell it to you someday.<br />
Depending upon how it turns out, of course. Right now, it's back to the Animal Medical Center<br />
for me. I have to bail out the cat, who has supposedly recovered nicely from his intestinal<br />
surgery. And on the way home from the animal hospital, I am going to buy that cat the biggest,<br />
smelliest fish you ever saw, as a thank you for his kind thoughtfulness in ingesting that<br />
rubberband.<br />
John<br />
To: Mel Fuller <br />
From: Nadine Wilcock <br />
Subject: Well????<br />
What did you wear? Where did you end up going? Did you have fun?<br />
WHAT HAPPENED????<br />
Nad
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