am aware of the nature of your business. And perhaps it has come to your attention that you are infringing upon my own area of operations.
I should like to take this opportunity of warning you of any further encroachments. I am sure you will be guided by expedience in this matter.
I have witnessed the delivery of this letter to you by your doorman.
Naturally you know who I am.
Yours faithfully,
JJJ.
Get up and go over to the window. Witnessed delivery by your doorman. That denotes a certain sheepish vulgarity. A man over there selling roasted chestnuts. Or is this rogue renting yonder cold water flat outfitted with instruments of spying with the brass telescope on the automatic ball bearing swivel. To watch my eye-whites going brown. Gives that distinct stab of pain between the shoulder and up the keester too. Miss Tomson please come quickly. Ah, the doorman's buzzer.
"Sir, a young lady, Miss Tomson."
"Have her come up immediately."
My Christmas gift to Hugo, was snuff, which some idle jokester sent me last year. Of the menthol variety. I treat him as an equal. Not using that handy maxim a man is what he makes his dough at and alas how much. Sometimes it is a gentle gesture to remind people of their big time possibilities. Makes them like you. big time possibilities. Makes them like
"Miss Tomson, good to see you."
"What's the matter Mr. Smith you look as if you've seen a ghost."
"You're cold, Miss Tomson, do come by the fire."
"Gee what nice big logs. But aren't they scared you'll burn down the building."
"That's it, get comfy. The people upstairs have one too. Prevailed on the management. They finally allowed it, for a consideration of course."
"You could barbecue in front of that with all that nice blazing ember. Would you take me for a campfire girl, Mr. Smith."
"Ha ha, Miss Tomson. What would you like to drink."
"I could really get stupid tonight. The girl living below my apartment is just driving me nuts. Always waiting to jump me with her troubles. I'll have what you're having Mr. Smith. What troubles that girl's got. She goes out into the back garden and starts making faces at me through the window. She hired a detective to watch her husband and catch him with the huzzy. But the detective catches him with a guy. How do you like that, Mr. Smith."
"Irregular certainly."
"Crazy. Say what's got you so nervous."
"A letter, Miss Tomson."
"Not again."
"I'm afraid so."
"May I see it Mr. Smith."
"Of course."
Smith reaching for his back pocket. Too near the keester for comfort. Put things there which are upsetting and sit on them. Handing it over to her long comforting fingers. With a flick of a talon across the paper. One blond lock falls forward as she reads.
"This is a new one, Mr. Smith."
"I thought so too."
"You see anybody, Mr. Smith."
"A chestnut vendor on the corner. I suppose someone could be on a rooftop."
"Be no chestnut vendor. This guy prides himself. Sees himself as a big important operator. Coming on with the dignity. Get this encroach crap. Big bark no bite."
"I'm not particularly anxious to be barked or growled at."
"Old Goli put the wind up you didn't he, Mr. Smith, ha ha. But got to admit though this guy's approach is nicely sneaking in from die side."
"Precisely why I'm not underestimating him."
"But Mr. Smith if you want to know the truth you overestimate these things. And take it personally as well. Here now, don't you get up, let me pour you a drink.
You really look white."
"Thanks Miss Tomson, I suppose it has got under my skin."
"Mr. Smith, don't let it."
"You're right, Miss Tomson. I shouldn't let it. But it does."
"Ignore it Mr. Smith and see what develops. Soon as you show you're worried that's when they've got you."
"I do feel it's an imposition of the worst kind to involve you like this in matters which quite frankly are extremely distasteful."
You're kidding."
"I'm not."
"It's life, Mr. Smith. I mean millions are trampling and struggling towards the top,
I should like to take this opportunity of warning you of any further encroachments. I am sure you will be guided by expedience in this matter.
I have witnessed the delivery of this letter to you by your doorman.
Naturally you know who I am.
Yours faithfully,
JJJ.
Get up and go over to the window. Witnessed delivery by your doorman. That denotes a certain sheepish vulgarity. A man over there selling roasted chestnuts. Or is this rogue renting yonder cold water flat outfitted with instruments of spying with the brass telescope on the automatic ball bearing swivel. To watch my eye-whites going brown. Gives that distinct stab of pain between the shoulder and up the keester too. Miss Tomson please come quickly. Ah, the doorman's buzzer.
"Sir, a young lady, Miss Tomson."
"Have her come up immediately."
My Christmas gift to Hugo, was snuff, which some idle jokester sent me last year. Of the menthol variety. I treat him as an equal. Not using that handy maxim a man is what he makes his dough at and alas how much. Sometimes it is a gentle gesture to remind people of their big time possibilities. Makes them like you. big time possibilities. Makes them like
"Miss Tomson, good to see you."
"What's the matter Mr. Smith you look as if you've seen a ghost."
"You're cold, Miss Tomson, do come by the fire."
"Gee what nice big logs. But aren't they scared you'll burn down the building."
"That's it, get comfy. The people upstairs have one too. Prevailed on the management. They finally allowed it, for a consideration of course."
"You could barbecue in front of that with all that nice blazing ember. Would you take me for a campfire girl, Mr. Smith."
"Ha ha, Miss Tomson. What would you like to drink."
"I could really get stupid tonight. The girl living below my apartment is just driving me nuts. Always waiting to jump me with her troubles. I'll have what you're having Mr. Smith. What troubles that girl's got. She goes out into the back garden and starts making faces at me through the window. She hired a detective to watch her husband and catch him with the huzzy. But the detective catches him with a guy. How do you like that, Mr. Smith."
"Irregular certainly."
"Crazy. Say what's got you so nervous."
"A letter, Miss Tomson."
"Not again."
"I'm afraid so."
"May I see it Mr. Smith."
"Of course."
Smith reaching for his back pocket. Too near the keester for comfort. Put things there which are upsetting and sit on them. Handing it over to her long comforting fingers. With a flick of a talon across the paper. One blond lock falls forward as she reads.
"This is a new one, Mr. Smith."
"I thought so too."
"You see anybody, Mr. Smith."
"A chestnut vendor on the corner. I suppose someone could be on a rooftop."
"Be no chestnut vendor. This guy prides himself. Sees himself as a big important operator. Coming on with the dignity. Get this encroach crap. Big bark no bite."
"I'm not particularly anxious to be barked or growled at."
"Old Goli put the wind up you didn't he, Mr. Smith, ha ha. But got to admit though this guy's approach is nicely sneaking in from die side."
"Precisely why I'm not underestimating him."
"But Mr. Smith if you want to know the truth you overestimate these things. And take it personally as well. Here now, don't you get up, let me pour you a drink.
You really look white."
"Thanks Miss Tomson, I suppose it has got under my skin."
"Mr. Smith, don't let it."
"You're right, Miss Tomson. I shouldn't let it. But it does."
"Ignore it Mr. Smith and see what develops. Soon as you show you're worried that's when they've got you."
"I do feel it's an imposition of the worst kind to involve you like this in matters which quite frankly are extremely distasteful."
You're kidding."
"I'm not."
"It's life, Mr. Smith. I mean millions are trampling and struggling towards the top,
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