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Pastimes : Muffy's Story: A Short Story Game for Would Be Authors -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Janice Shell who wrote (357)	5/18/2001 5:20:59 PM
From: TEDennis	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 766

... the man's wallet fell out on the pavement. Muffy, fondly remembering her Girl Scout training, stooped over to pick it up. The wounded man yanked it out of her hand before she could offer it to him, muttering obscene phrases as he did so. The force of the yank caused some of the business cards to fly out of his wallet. One of them fluttered through the air like a snow flake, seemingly suspended in time. It landed softly right in Muffy's outstretched hand. She glanced at it briefly. It had one hand-written word on the back. It said "Milano". "Milano", though Muffy? "Hey, isn't that the name of the music store down the street that sells pianos?" Wondering why a brute of a man like her companion would be carrying a business card from a music store, she turned it over to read the printed side. It said, "John and Company, Private Dicks". "Whoa", thought Muffy. "This guy might be dangerous. I wonder if any of these guys show their thing in public?" He screamed at her, "That's not me, you drool case! He's the guy I hired to track down that California tramp." Muffy picked up several other cards that had fallen out of the man's wallet. Three of them were from law firms. "This guy must be a judge", thought Muffy. "But, he should learn to control his mouth. Some nasty stuff coming out of there." The door of the car that had rammed into the light pole slowly swung open. A dark figure slowly emerged, obviously banged up from the collisions with the other car, and then the light pole. Muffy gently leaned the battered and bruised fellow against the wall. He was muttering something about a global conspiracy. Was this some strange mental aberration caused by the jarring of his brain in the collision? She ran over to see if she could help the driver of the other vehicle.