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Hardboiled Coffee Language

Just like that he laughed. “You’re a cocky little punk.”

“You’re the first guy who ever called me little, friend.” He laughed again.

“Come on inside and have some coffee and keep your language where it belongs. I got all kinds of visitors today.”

(cf. Spillane, Mickey. The Mike Hammer Collection, Volume II.)

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