A couple of cars roared by, fanning the road slop clear up to my knees. I didn't even have a cigarette. I figured this was as broke and low-down as i'd ever be.
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That money. I had to keep it. Somehow. It beat like a very small drum at the back of my head. A small and very distant drum ......
The Red Scarf
Gil Brewer
1958
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