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I'll need to find out who knows. I cannot be compromised, not about that.
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My apologies for my recent silence, City, but I'm afraid the roaring twenties had me a little nostalgic for home. 1933, and it's the depression now, but I still remember those days. And I assure you, jazz is still quite popular.
However, I must apologize more for my role that day. I seemed to have been cursed into one above the law, which is quite uncharacteristic for me.
I don't suppose free drinks would be good payment for the trouble I caused to those involved in that debacle?
I also believe I may have promised a game, or two.