Max Gates:
I don't like talkin' to you, Carver.
Jim Carter:
But I met a friend of yours the other night who liked to talking to me, 'bout you.
Max Gates:
Yeah? Who?
Jim Carter:
An old flame of yours, Gladys Vern.
Max Gates:
And?
Jim Carter:
And she was so full of martinis that every time she swallowed an olive, it had to wait for high tide to get past her floating rib.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:25