Computer Generated Spam Story

Chapter Two: The Case Begins to Unravel

Some houses were above the walk level, some below, all were out of alignment. The detective was seated at a table playing chess; he rose with dignity when he saw his
visitor.
Hey, Liu, a couple glasses that rotten rice wine!

A group of moon-faced Chinese children under a lamp who scattered at his approach. The jewelry stores, the pawn shops, every nook and corner. John Quincy felt, suddenly, rather out of things.

She smiled at him and fled with Johnnie at her side.
Your father is my very good friend, he said.

Some distance off he saw a little group of men, three in white uniforms, one in a darker garb.
That's a pretty weak explanation, remarked John Quincy severely. The jewelry stores, the pawn shops, every nook and corner.

Winterslip, said the girl, but we're off to the dance.

So far as I can see, the case has blown up completely.