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The Coffee Break

by david-w-clare

By: David W. Clare I was hiding away from crooks when I met the only girl I thought I ever liked, she said her name was Wanda... A real oriental smasher, smart as a whip! Easy to be with at the coffee-shop where we met... Then she acted funny; kinda aloof like a Siamese cat! She wasn't hungry but she knew I was... We walked up hill in China town to the Shanghai Tower where they rent rooms by the hour... I was in the mood for some sweet and sour! All I got to eat was sour-dough! We got drunk on cheap hooch, then she tossed me to the dogs, I wound up on skid row... (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks
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Dec 23, 2016
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Hollywood type 1940s film idea about a tough dame who tossed me out!

           Film Noir is my passion...

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