| You can tell she's wanting everyone to tell her how brilliant she was. As if. |
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| Bollocksology it was. It's fuckin' different I tell yer. Fuckin' geezers in combat jackets and Gawd knows wot. |
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| Tears were a part of who he was. But this wasn't the usual cryfest. It was a deluge. |
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| Bad, he doubtless was. But when he tried to run a blazer on this grim little cowman, Slaughter had run him. |
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| That's what a fug was. You could have cut cubes out of the air and sold it for cheap building material. |
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| Was pink pig Mr. Swoon absolutely sure my wife had not telephoned? He was. If she did, would he tell her we had gone on to Aunt Clare's place? He would, indeedie. |
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| Let 'em say she was his mistress, that she was a witch. Wasn't true, but it didn't make any nevermind if they thought it was. Nice woman, quiet, could tell the cards. |
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| I opened my eyes and looked around, trying to make out where I was. It was after sun-up, and I had been sound asleep. Pap was standing over me looking sour and sick, too. |
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| What if I was. It was a pretty good goal to have, it seemed to me. |
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