policesquadquest/cases/case-03-big-gulch/rooms/room2.json

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  "enter_text": "Eleven businesses, one street, and a Friday that everybody on it is quietly dreading.",
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    "Eleven people have refused to make a statement. You are not going anywhere until one of them changes their mind.",
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      "synonyms": "storefront awning window display",
      "use_text": "You look at the window display. It is done properly. Everything about this shop is done properly by a man who has done it properly for thirty years and is going under anyway."
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      "use_text": "Thirty years of a grocery in one book.  Every Friday since March 1956 there is a line in the outgoings column reading SUNDRIES — 40.00. Every Friday. Never a week missed, never a different figure, in a shop that in a bad week clears fifty-one.  It is the most complete extortion record you have ever seen and it has been sitting on a counter on a public street for two and a half years.  (+10)"
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      "use_text": "You do not ask him anything.  You tell him what you cut this week and what you charged for it, and that the machine at number nine is belt-driven and 1931 and in perfect order because Bergman looked after it, and that you have not had to cut a key twice.  He listens to all of it. Then he says, to the cloth: 'You'll be shut by Christmas, son. They come when you're doing well.'  And then, because you did not ask, he tells you the rest.  (+20)",
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          "says": "Halloran: You're number nine. I heard. Queue on the pavement, they say.  Halloran: I'm not making a statement, if that's what this is. I've told two grand juries I've nothing to say and I've nothing to say.",
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              "text": "I'm not here about a statement.",
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            {
              "text": "Why won't anybody on this street talk?",
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              "text": "Mr. Halloran, I'm a police officer.",
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          "says": "Halloran: Then what are you here about?  You tell him you re-pinned a lock for Mrs. Ostrowski and didn't charge her, and ask whether his back door still drops on the hinge, because you noticed it dropping when you walked past on Tuesday.  He looks up from the cloth.",
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              "text": "It drops. I can fix it Thursday.",
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          "says": "Halloran: Because a statement's a piece of paper and a piece of paper doesn't stand in your doorway on a Friday.  Halloran: Bergman made a statement. Number nine. That's why it's been shut two years and that's why you got it cheap.",
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              "text": "Bergman made a statement.",
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          "says": "Halloran: ...I know what you are.  Halloran: Son, everybody on this street knew what you were on the second morning. You cut two hundred keys in nine days and you never once asked anybody a question. Police don't do that.  Halloran: We've been waiting to see if you'd fix my door before you asked me anything.",
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              "text": "I'll fix it Thursday.",
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          "says": "Halloran: Thursday.  He puts the cloth down.  Halloran: Friday afternoons. Four o'clock, regular as church. Forty dollars, and he takes it in the shop, in front of whoever's in, because that's the point of it.  Halloran: My book's on the counter. It always has been. Nobody ever asked to see my book.",
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              "text": "May I see your book?",
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