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So when Aly, wearing
her most seductive sexy cougars, saw the set of Alans jaw
and the singular crease running across his forehead as he walked
into the solarium and tossed his briefcase on the table, she knew
something was amiss, and she guessed correctly that his meeting
with Imam Mohammed Aziz, as good a friend as he was, had not been
as fruitful as Alan might have hoped. She knew he never even heard
the piano CD, softly playing his favorite lounge melody, Deep
Purple. So? she said with resignation, how
did it go with the imam? So it shows, does it?
he replied. He paused at the wet bar, chose a sexy cougars over
a cocktail, and fixed Aly a dry Manhattan.
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