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    Bears for PresidentBobby Finger
    5/18/15 12:22pm

    Rex Thompson walked casually into the run down bar at the edge of town. The sort of place where you drink off a fourth divorce or second by-pass. The sort of place where Hope doesn’t die, it’s cremated.

    “Haven’t seen you in here in a while,” the bartender said, polishing a tumbler.

    “What can I say,” Rex spoke, his voice low and full of a night’s regrets. “Been associating with a higher class of lowlife,”

    The bartender smiled. He was a good one. Rex hung up his coat and took up his old familiar stool.

    “Make it big, make it brown and pretend your arms can’t reach the middle shelf” Rex said with a sigh. The bartender nodded grimly and poured.

    Rex casually removed one of his Lucky Strikes and lit it. He’d heard the news from the Surgeon General but didn’t care. After all, with what and how much he was about to drink all that smoking would do is make it a race between his lungs and liver to see who could do the job the Nazis couldn’t.

    “Say, Rex” the bartender said, “I caught a juicy bit of gossip for you, maybe could help you out.”

    Rex’s ears perked up.

    “Sounds like...Donny Jepp signed on for another Pirates of the Mediterranean. Got some real sweet back-end too. Apparently he needs the money after his divorce.”

    Rex nodded. That was just the way of this town. One shot to the ribs after another until you were ducking in the corner, hoping you could just make it until that last bell. And even then you lost by decision.

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      randilynBears for President
      5/18/15 12:29pm

      This is amazing. One teeny nitpick. You changed your protagonist’s name.

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      Bears for Presidentrandilyn
      5/18/15 12:30pm

      It was a typo. See, this is why we need Nikki. All of my hollywood shortstories are going tragically unedited.

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    As we conga'd through, eyebrows were raisedBobby Finger
    5/18/15 12:23pm

    I don’t think écriveuse is wrong.

    Signed,

    In my next life I will be a 40-year-old pensioner living in the south of France.

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      JoanbeamAs we conga'd through, eyebrows were raised
      5/18/15 12:28pm

      I wasn’t about to correct Bobby but I’m pretty sure it’d be écrivaine.

      P.S. Here’s to your next life, somewhere in the south of France. ;=)

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      Bobby FingerAs we conga'd through, eyebrows were raised
      5/18/15 12:29pm

      The Best Exotic Cabernet Hotel

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    XofBobby Finger
    5/18/15 12:19pm

    This is giving me a whole lot of a “it’s about the Illuminati, wink” vibe.

    Yes Nikki, bring me tales of the lizard folk and their nefarious dalliances with Hollywood!

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      randilynXof
      5/18/15 12:30pm
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      JujyMonkey: Clever tagline goes hererandilyn
      5/18/15 1:06pm

      “take these, then these, and then these.”

      “are you a doctor?”

      “No.”

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    WellWhatHadHappenWasBobby Finger
    5/18/15 12:22pm

    Nikki Finke to Launch Site of ‘Fictional Short Stories About Showbiz’

    Tina Blecher does it better

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