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I love coffee, sweet and hot
Whoops, Mr. Moto, I'm a coffee pot
Shoot me the pot and I'll pour you a shot
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup...

What did Mr. Moto have to do with anything?

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"Sorry to have left you all on your own-i-o again, sweetness," said the Saint, entering the flat like a ray of sunshine -- cheerfully and through the window. 
Roger Conway looked up from the Times crossword with an affectation of disaffectedness.  "No you're not," he said coldly, and returned to the puzzle.

Sigh.

So I wrote a story a very long time ago, and recently stumbled across it, and a few snippets and a lot of world-building, in one of my Writely folders. 

And then I was looking at the IMDB page for "The Long Goodbye," and said something about how Elliott Gould was not right at ALL for Marlowe, but - he'd be great for Mal...

And that made me make an icon...

...which led to making a thingy...

...which led to making a journal.

So yeah.