Dig the careful punctuation on the Smoking Loon label:
“Besides his bein’ kinda crazy, they called him the Smoking Loon ’cause he was so dam’ efficient,” Jake began, stubbing out his cigar. “He’d take care of business an’ get in an’ out before anybody’d see him comin’ … leavin’ no trace ’cept the lingerin’ sound of his eerie, loon-like cackle. No one was really sure who he was or who he worked for, but when word got out someone needed his services, the Smoking Loon just appeared on their doorstep, like outta thin air or somethin’.”It’s the ’.” at the end that gets me. It’s good wine too.
[Thanks for the wine, Martha.]
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