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Unformatted text preview: no clear answer from the London office, except that I am to wait to be contacted. 1 am at a loss. I really don't know what to tell you to do. I'm . . . disillusioned." "You can't give up on us," said Mona. "Forget about these guys in London. Don't give up on us!" "You have a point," said Aaron. "But I don't know that I have anything new to offer." "Oh, hell, come on," said Mona. "Look, will somebody go in there and call Michael? I don't understand why we aren't hearing from Michael. Michael was going to change clothes and come up to Amelia Street." "Well, maybe he did," said Anne Marie. She pressed the button on a small box beneath the table. In a subdued voice she said into the speaker, "Joyce, call Amelia Street. See if Michael Curry is there." She looked at Mona. "That's simple enough." "Well, if you want me to offer what I have," said Aaron, "if you want me to speak up-" "...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
- Spring '10