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The sprung doors parted and I staggered out into the lobby's teak and flicker.
Uniformed men stood by impassively like sentries in their trench. I slapped
my key on the desk and nodded gravely. I was loaded
enough to be unable to
tell whether they could tell I was loaded. Would they mind? I was certainly
too loaded to care. I moved to the door with boxy, schlep-shouldered strides.
-- Martin Amis, _Money_
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