I ordered a pitcher of beer, Morelli said. Hope that's okay. It's perfect. I need it now. Morelli whistled through his teeth, and everyone jumped in the restaurant. He raised his hand and mouthed Beer to the waitress. Gee, that's smooth, I said to Morelli. I'm a Jersey Italian, and my girl needs a drink.
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