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rang him once more, a few weeks later, and by now the unspoken precedents had been set; she didn't ask for, he didn't give his whereabouts, and it was plain to them both that an age had ended, they had drifted apart, it was time to wave goodbye. It was still all Billy with Mimi: his plans to make Hindi movies in England and America, importing the top stars, Vinod Khanna, Sridevi, to cavort in front of Bradford Town Hall and the Golden Gate Bridge -- "it's some sort of tax dodge, obviously," Mimi carolled gaily. In fact, things were heating up for Billy; Chamcha had seen his name in the papers, coupled with the terms _fraud squad_ and _tax evasion_, but once a scam man, always a ditto, Mimi said. "So he says to me, do you want a mink? I say, Billy, don't buy me things, but he says, who's talking about buying? Have a mink. It's." They had been in New York again, and Billy had hired a stretched Mercedes limousine "and a stretched chauffeur also". Arriving at the furriers, they looked like an oil sheikh and his moll. Mimi tried on the five figure
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