Magic Page #5

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Is that how that works?

William Morris is the name|of a agency, not a guy.

Oh.

Hold it, right here.

Pull over to your left.

Fine.

Hey, this is|Lake Melody ain't it?

I'll be right back.

Anybody?

Anybody home?

What do you want?

A cabin.

We're kinda closed.

Something above the|lake is what I'm after.

It's just the kind of|place I'm looking for.

I won't be disturbed here.

That's for sure.

But like I said,

we're kinda closed.

$50 bucks a night.

In advance.

We just re-opened.

If you don't want me waitin'?

How you gonna|get to Grossinger's?

I'll call a|local cab when I need one.

How much?

$80 bucks,

not countin' tip.

Okay.

Uh...

Here's a hundred|for the driving,

and another hundred,

for a favor.

Name it.

You didn't bring|me here, okay?

Okay.

Good.

Thanks.

What you see|is what you get.

The um, the|bedroom's back there

and the kitchenette|and the bathroom across.

Fine.

Here's your key.

Help!

Help!

Calling all schmucko's.

Save me.

Hi.

Hi.

Jesus Christ.

This is Grossinger's?

I wonder if her ass|is on ball bearings.

Shut up.

Oh, sounds like|I stepped on a corn.

Sorry.

It's just that I carried|her picture all these years.

And she didn't remember me.

Aw...

He didn't remember me.

Hello?

Sorry to bother you.

Oh, that's all right.

No soap.

I didn't think you'd like it.

You leaving now?

No I didn't mean|no soap that way.

I meant there wasn't any soap,

or towels either.

Oh, come on in|here and grab one.

Oh, oh my God,

you brought Fats.

You thought|Peg didn't remember.

Aw...

You knew who I was too?

Yeah.

Well why didn't you two

at least grunt at each other?

He's just as cute|as he is on the tube?

Cute?

Virile yes.

Sexy yes.

Ronald Reagan is cute.

Oh please, could I hold him,

I'll be careful.

Oh, he's heavy.

Husky you bimbo.

His lips didn't move.

That's because you're not|stroking my levers sweetheart.

Right in there.

Oh, she goosed me.

Ignore him, go right ahead.

Okay.

There.

And there.

I see.

I love it.

Hey, she hugged|me to her bosom.

I suspect she|found me irresistible.

Don't we all?

She asked you|over for dinner, huh?

How long are|you going to stay?

I don't know, why?

If you stayed late,|that might mean

you was getting|hugged to her bosom too

which just might|make old Fats jealous

and we wouldn't want that,

would we now?

Hmm?

You never really told,

why you were here.

I'm hiding.

Gotta get my head on straight.

My agent,

he looks like|the Ancient Mariner

in that poem we|hated in high school.

He's negotiating|for a shot for me

to maybe make it big.

We argued.

But I thought it|was just principle.

The truth is probably|I'm scared of success.

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