DAMES DONT CARE by akbundi
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I flop down in a chair. She is standin' in the middle of the room right under the electric light. I look at the gun in her hand. It is as steady as a rock. I reckon this dame will kill me without even battin' an eyelid.
I don't feel so good. I am burned up that just when I am gettin' ideas about this job that I should be ironed out by some dame. Me—I never thought that I would be bumped by a dame.
"You know, Paulette," I tell her. "I think you're bein' silly. What you got to bump me off for? What harm can I do you? I don't get this sorta business at all."
She just smiles.
FROM THE BOOK BY PETER CHENEY ‘DAMES DON’T CARE’
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