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Fiori e baci – Un caffè corretto grappa, per favore

I used to live in Paddington a few years back. Every now and then I'd walk past Grappino, thinking that I really must drop by for dinner one of these days. Well, that day finally arrived, and I'm very glad it did – the cream of mushroom soup I had to start with was as close to pure bliss as a culinary experience ever gets. The grappa wasn't too shabby either, but then again that's hardly a surprise as it's always great stuff – with perhaps the exception of Croatian wormwood grappa.

The Archfornicator of Canterbury

89 No valet parking at the Excelsior

The KSPB van rolled into the parking lot of Hotel Excelsior. Jack's beat-up Toyota was still there, as was the black Mercury that Richard Black had driven in. Hurenschwanz and Jack got out of the car. Jack took out the keys that had been found in Black's pocket and opened the trunk. The ten million US dollars were still there. He fumbled around in the pile of banknotes until he felt the stone from Shannara in his hand. He took out the stone and slammed the trunk shut.

"Here you go."

"Thank you Mr Back. As far as I am concerned you are free to go. In fact I would prefer it if you left Bulimia by midnight and didn't come back."

"I don't think that will prove to be a problem."

Suzy got out of the van and walked up to Jack. Together, they watched Hurenschwanz drive off.

"What now."

"Fancy a trip abroad."

"Can't wait."

Jack took Suzy in his arms. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity but in actuality was more like ten seconds.

The Mercury started on the first try. They drove off in the direction of Verlaine and the border of Transvestitia. Jack swore to himself he'd never eat yak nor drink fermented yak's milk again.

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