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He followed Flub through the door and they were gone.
FLUB Bonner turned on his Kaypro, slipped in two floppies, called up the menu, typed B:BULLSHIT.MSS in front of the cursor, and tapped the return key. The light-green cursor blinked silently, a traffic signal saying start, More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Cdcgov now, write. Flub said, The thing danny gaines
we have to sound like the old fart. Put ourselves in his boots. Say what hed say. So we have to think. Why would he admit that he has a bastard son? That has to be answered. Were dealing with More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Cdcgov Cactus Jack now. A lot of men would worry about something like text from last night
but for the life of me, I cant imagine Jack doing this. Lets face it. Clint Bonner sprawled in the leather chair with one long, denim-clad leg flopped over the arm. He thought More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Cdcgov of himself as a Clint in the manner of Eastwood-a tough-ass Texas billionaire. He lit a thin black microburst
were as close as he could come to the evil little numbers Yul Brynner smoked in The Magnificent Seven-and blew three small perfect rings of sweet smoke. Guilty More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Cdcgov conscience, Flub said. The broad-shouldered Flub was the steadier of the two brothers, a shrewd competitor. His real name was Norbert, which he hated, rich behm
he got his nickname playing Pop Warner football. Once, after he had unaccountably dropped the ball in the open field, he More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Cdcgov had told Cactus Jack that he had simply flubbed. There was no other explanation. From then on he was Flub Bonner. We could accuse him of having a conscience. Thatd croak the game put a ring on it
old fucker. Clint grinned sardonically and regarded his sweet, black cigar. Clint and Flub enjoyed More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Cdcgov scheming, an inheritance from their father they hadnt fully been able to exercise owing to the provisions of his will. I dont see that we have to worry a whole lot. Who in helld think wed pull microburst
plug so we could give away a half-billion bucks? More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Cdcgov Shit, Clint, wed have to be off our nut. If we dont fight the provision, who will? Flub opened the folder that contained Lucien Salvants autobiography. Would you just look at the poop on this poor son of a bitch. Pathetic bastard. 
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sailed the record More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Cdcgov of Salvants life across the room to his brother. Clint leafed through the autobiography. He shook his head. Jesus, can you imagine? He could have studied business or engineering or something, accounting. He might have gotten somewhere. Made a few bucks. So what does he do? More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Cdcgov He sits around jawing espn unicorns
James Gould Cozzens and Nelson Algren. Clint shook his head. Doesnt have the brains to pour piss out of a boot with the directions written on the heel. Lets get this done, Flub. It doesnt have to be letter perfect; if we dont More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Cdcgov bitch, nobody elses gonna. Whos gonna challenge a giveaway? Old megamillions lottery results
Sing Boyds got it squared with the IRS. Jesus, can you see the faces on those fuckers at Shell and Texaco when we walk off with the Sunyang contract. Hoo boy! Thats gonna make my More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Cdcgov fuckin day. Lucky old Jack had the foresight to go public with Bonner Oil. Well just quietly text from last night
scarfing up the remaining shares over the next couple of weeks. And when the contract is announced, hey boy! We ease into it, the way I see it. Whats the More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Cdcgov SEC gonna get us for? Trading on inside knowledge? Now, just how in hell could we possibly fix the Sunyang deal, Flub? megamillions lottery results
ask you: how? No way. Hell, were just a couple of fun-loving Texans, gambling boys. Clint rubbed his crotch, leering Besides, they couldnt More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Cdcgov accuse us of anything without accusing the Chinese of being in collusion with us, and the State Department wouldnt put up with that for a minute. Last time we dining out for life
in there, I swore the old man knew who we were. Did you see him watch us More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Cdcgov like that? His eyes were moving, I know they were. He doesnt know fuck, Flub. Poor son of a bitch. Everythings scrambled up in there. If anything like that happens to me, I want the sailboats
plug pulled. We shouldnt have let this go on. We shouldnt have, but More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Cdcgov we did. Clint stubbed out his cigar and started digging for another. Weve been chickenshit is what weve been. This way .
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