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      "look": "Muriel Dillon, four foot ten, seventy-four, who drove the car, who has driven every car, and who is the only person Rocco Dillon has ever been frightened of.",
      "synonyms": "mother mrs old woman driver",
      "use_text": "You compliment her on the driving.  She tells you she has been doing the driving since 1961 and that Rocco cannot reverse and never could, and that this is the only criticism of her son she will make in your hearing, and that if you repeat it she will know."
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      "look": "On the kitchen table, in a house on Feltham Avenue, a stack of forty gold envelopes exactly like the ones used at one ceremony a year, obtained six weeks ago from a printer in Burbank who does not know he supplied them.",
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      "use_text": "You get four minutes alone with the table.  Thirty-nine of the envelopes are empty. The fortieth weighs eleven ounces more than the others and has been resealed by somebody with very good hands.  Inside: an ounce and a half of plastic, a strip initiator, and a pressure release that arms when the flap is lifted — which happens once a year, on a stage, in front of a hundred million people, at the exact moment everybody in the world is looking at the same six square inches of card.  BEST PICTURE.  (+25)"
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      "look": "Rocco Dillon in his mother's kitchen, out eleven hours, laying out a thing he has been building for five months to a man he met on Tuesday.",
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      "sets_flag": "seen_plan",
      "use_text": "He shows you all of it, because he has been building it alone for five months and there has been nobody to show.  That is the whole reason for the cellmate. Not the hands, not the tunnel, not the car. He wanted somebody to see it.",
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          "says": "Rocco: McGurk. You stood in a doorway for four minutes for a man you didn't know.  Rocco: So I'm gonna show you something nobody has ever seen.",
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              "text": "Show me.",
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              "text": "Why this, Rocco?",
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          "says": "Rocco: Five months. Every night, behind a cistern, with a spoon handle and a razor and a man's whole life.  He puts it on his mother's kitchen table next to the bread.",
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              "text": "Why this, Rocco?",
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          "says": "Rocco: Because everybody watches it.  Rocco: My old man did nine years and nobody watched. I did four and nobody watched. You do a thing on a Tuesday in this city and it's page eleven.  Rocco: One night a year, every television in the world is pointed at one envelope.  Muriel, from the sink, without turning round: 'Language, Rocco.'  He apologises to his mother.",
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      "look": "Tanya Peters, who runs the clinic on Wilshire and who has met you eleven times.  You have been going to that clinic once a week for eleven weeks, because it is the one address in this city where Rocco Dillon's people will not follow a man in, and because a man needs somewhere to make a telephone call.",
      "synonyms": "peters clinic woman blonde coat",
      "use_text": "She has never once asked why a retired police officer attends a donor clinic every Tuesday at four and makes one phone call from the room and leaves.  She has, however, put you on the wall. There is a plaque. You are DONOR OF THE QUARTER and there is a small photograph and your wife has not seen it."
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