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"
Maybe
we
can
hear
some
?
"
asked
Sara
.
"
But
you
don
’
t
have
your
guitar
,
do
you
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Oh
,
he
’
s
got
it
,
"
said
Janis
,
"
it
’
s
always
with
him
!
"
Dinky
got
up
,
went
out
and
got
his
instrument
from
the
car
.
He
sat
down
cross
-
legged
on
the
rug
and
began
tuning
that
thing
.
We
were
going
to
get
some
real
live
entertainment
.
Soon
he
began
.
He
had
a
full
,
strong
voice
.
It
bounced
off
the
walls
.
The
song
was
about
a
woman
.
About
a
heartbreak
between
Dinky
and
some
woman
.
It
was
not
really
too
bad
.
Maybe
up
on
stage
with
people
paying
it
would
be
all
right
.
But
it
was
harder
to
tell
when
they
were
sitting
on
the
rug
in
front
of
you
.
It
was
much
too
personal
and
embarrassing
.
Yet
,
I
decided
he
was
not
really
too
bad
.
But
he
was
in
trouble
.
He
was
aging
.
The
golden
curls
were
not
quite
as
golden
and
the
wide
-
eyed
innocence
drooped
a
little
.
He
would
soon
be
in
trouble
.
We
applauded
.
"
Too
much
,
man
,
"
I
said
.
"
You
really
like
it
,
Hank
?
"
I
waved
my
hand
in
the
air
.
"
You
know
,
I
’
ve
always
dug
your
stuff
,
"
he
said
.
"
Thanks
,
man
.
"
