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`My name is Kinsey Millhone. I’m a licensed private investigator... thirty-two, twice divorced. I like being alone and I suspect that my independence suits me better than it should. . .’Kinsey met Bobby Callahan in the gym on Monday morning. By Thursday, he was dead.
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`Female, age thirty-two, self-employed and wiser than she used to be. For Kinsey Millhone, private investigator, only one thing stays the same. When a client sits down in the chair across the desk, she never knows what’s going to happen next...’Business was slow, and there was nothing about Beverly Danziger to cause Kinsey concern.
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