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A40 t1_j9kln73 wrote

Sam Spade frowned as he lit his cigarette in the building entrance hall. He grimaced as he settled his roscoe securely into his shoulder holster and scowled as he bent to strap on his new skis... He hated snow.

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JuzoItami t1_j9lgrli wrote

Sam Spade was confused. "What am I doing in Los Angeles in the late 1940s?" he asked himself. "I'm a San Francisco based literary character from the late '20s and early '30s, if I start cross country skiing around L.A. I'm just going to get myself lost".

So Spade unstrapped his skis and went inside. He poured himself two fingers of rye, sat down, put his feet up, took a drink, grimaced, and then looked down into his glass and mused "I could definitely afford to buy better booze if I had a shiny new silver dime for every two bit Redditor that confused me with Phillip Marlowe."

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A40 t1_j9lj62t wrote

(I didn't use Marlowe because of the current movie. My bad ;-)

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JuzoItami t1_j9ljtuv wrote

What you wrote was great. I was just messing with you.
And I didn't realize that movie was out already.

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