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No, not the guy from Charlie’s Angels. That was Bosley.
The Pressman was allowed to accompany me to the police station, the Exclusive contract making him my own personal biographer under the Basic Freedoms Act—the Code of the Press Corps, no ethics required.
I gritted my teeth as he slid onto the other side of the rear seat. He smelled of ozone and leather.
Had Samuel Johnson ever wanted to give Boswell a bloody nose? No one knew—Boswell had the final word and he never mentioned whether Johnson had given in to temptation or not.
But in my case, a little personal violence would make great copy.
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