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Just then the taxi slowed and stopped. They moved apart. In the most everyday manner possible they got out and Bond paid off the driver.
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grocers shop, a long building that might have been a school, a few houses of variegated shapes but all uniformly whitewashed. One was set a few yards back from the street behind rusty railings. Ariadne opened the gate, which More Page More Page953 Orlando squeaked painfully, and they crossed a tiny paved courtyard overgrown with vine district 9
laurel. An underfed tabby cat rushed past them, squeezed through the railings and vanished. At the front door, Ariadne gave a complicated knock, reached out and gripped Bonds hand. Bolts were thrown and the More Page More Page953 Orlando door opened. The man Ariadne had called Tzimas stood there. At the sight of them he gave a softball fight
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out your gun slowly and give it to me. Bond, with Tzimas at his side, did as he was told. The Russian gave the weapon a quick professional glance before reaching across and placing it on the desk. Now take a seat, Mr More Page More Page953 Orlando Bond. You like a drink? Bond, sitting beside Ariadne on a crimemapping.com
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