The Comedian (Fiction) - Part 4

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“Are we still in Georgia, or have we crossed the state line?” Jinx asked. 

“Hey Big Man,” Denise said as Jinx wrapped her in a bear hug, her thin tawny body all but swallowed in the embrace.  

“Blame me, Jinx.  I’m the one who found it and talked Langston into buying it.  You and Donna only think it’s far away because you can’t tear yourselves away from the bourgie part of Atlanta.”