confederacy
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Oct-17-2008 19:49
I was at the cruise ship Sleuthetania in New York Harbor. An early meal helped set the mood for the cruise's first dance. I sat on a corner, more intent on being alone than with a date. And so I sat, watching the miserable, and often uncomfortably cheesy, love-poured dates and dances between two couples.
It ended about one o'clock and by then, I felt a nagging notion to sleep where I sat. I somehow found myself half-walking, and half-dreaming, towards my room, which I shared with a British guy named Samuel Windsor.
I opened the door and found that the room was more than splattered with blood. In fact, it was covered with it.
Oh well, another day, another case, and, of course, another paycheck.
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