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Yeah hi, im Frank, Frank Binks PI. I'm not a runner but this dame came to my office, sobbing, thier allways sobbing. "Mister Binks, you gotta help me save my priceless diamond ankle bracelets." She took off the mohair coat. All i could see was that tight curvey red dress. That dress looked pricey. She looked at me, puffed her cheeks and pointed at ankles. Something sparkeled around little short socks, looked like a shiney string. I looked up. "Call me Frank and your afraid of theft when you run Boston". She stopped. See, i knew she'd be running Boston, somewhere in the mind of all runners; racers and joggers alike is: Boston.
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