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I came here looking for a ring.

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“Well? Answer it.”

“Hallo?”

“So you’re a man,” he answered on the other end of the line. Brusk; kind of hoarse. “Nomad?” he followed.

“Corpo.”

“Aw sh-t. I was hoping you’d be a Nomad.”

“Well I’m not. So what can I do you for.”

“*You*. You do for *me*.”

“Okay. Think that’s what I said. But, what’re you asking?”

“I need to find… The Flaringo.”

“Ringo?”

“Close enough (*click*).”

*Brinngg bringg*. Just like that. Another call coming in.

“Well?” said Jonny again by my side.

Then this when I answered: “It’s me again. Just want to let you know it was Jonny all along.” Same affected voice, pheh. Ventriloquist. What a clown!

“So when is my actual contact suppose to call, huh?” I say exasperatedly.

“Not until tomorrow, ” he said in his normal voice now, hand lowered. “In the excitement of a new town you forgot what day it was. I was just playing along. Using my, ahem, peculiar talents.”

I sighed deeply, understanding we’d have to stay one more night in that hovel of a room at the top of the pyramid Ronald recommended.

“So let’s grab some lunch. You’re buying.”

“Right Jonny, right,” I replied while walking away from the phone with him, my hallucinatory other half now.

Lemon Lime Apple Blueberry would have to wait.