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22513	Clifton, Mark	Sense from Thought Divide			.txt	text/plain	13508	1066	86	started to pick up the ash tray from Sara's desk with his hand. "You knew I was from West Point," he said, and his voice held a note of "And you knew, right away, that Swami was a phony from Flatbush." "Look, lieutenant," I said, with an idea that we'd better get down to Old Stone Face, our general manager, claimed to follow the philosophy of The other invited guests were Sara, Lieutenant Murphy, Old Stone Face, work, but the Swami insisted that a blue light, a dim one, was most Auerbach gave one quick look at the Swami in his "All right now," Old Stone Face said crisply, in his low, rumbling the Swami had changed his chair, the cylinders hadn't been disturbed. "I can tell by your tone," the Swami said, and apparently he hadn't instructed the lieutenant to tell the Swami about the Auerbach	./cache/22513.txt	./txt/22513.txt