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30004	Lewis, Richard O.	A Bottle of Old Wine			.txt	text/plain	3741	315	90	Hyrel let his eyes shift back to the fireplace again. Herbert Hyrel knew no more about the telporter suit he wore than he did telporter suit; you were whisked away to a receiving set you had light, he finished dressing in the black satin clothing, the white the dance floor, the tables, and the private booths and rooms hidden it eagerly while his eyes scanned the room in search of the girl. He reached for the white arm to pull her to him, but she eluded his His arm slid away from the Persian dancer, took hold of the mesh-clad wife at home taking off her telovis and coming to his chair. Yes, he knew now that he was going to kill his wife as soon as the No, he didn't have a private room at the club like the others. one of the private rooms--if you can't afford to show me a good time--if	./cache/30004.txt	./txt/30004.txt