As you may have heard, Bobby D. isn’t much of an ad-libber.
The plane is about to land.
There was a neat hat-and-umbrella stand, and the stranger's weary feet fell soft on a good, serviceable dark-red drugget, which matched in colour the flock-paper on the walls.
It would be dead against all policemanly etiquette.
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DiQt（ディクト）
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