'How much do I owe you, Deke?' 'Take it!' Still that crow-croak, but now it was a nasal croak, because his nostrils were plugged with blood. We're helpless. 'How you doing, man?' Beaver asks. Thank God for the g-suits.
The face vanished, and a momentlater the gardenia reappeared a few feet away. 'I had a certain amount of guilt about eating the whole package. 'I have to shit, that's all, I HAVE TO SHIT! If I can shit I'll be all right!' Such straight talk, coming from a man wh then, thinking they had the world by the tail — working to reconvince Duddits that Santa was a true thing, the real deal.
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