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that's what you get for hangin' out at jazz clubs. everybody knows those are the places where people get stabbed inside, or shot in the parking lot. that's why they've got metal detectors. the aggression in Charlie Parker's sax and those dry martinis are a dangerous combination.
did you swell up? you're lucky no one got hurt. way-ta-go man.
you're lucky he could read lips, too.
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