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London
cried
,
"
You
’
re
sore
because
we
told
you
off
.
Now
you
go
an
’
get
a
drink
an
’
cool
down
.
You
just
done
fine
,
but
you
ain
’
t
a
’
gonna
get
my
friend
.
He
’
s
your
friend
,
too
.
I
tell
you
he
’
s
been
workin
’
for
you
till
he
’
s
dead
tired
.
"
Mac
and
Jim
,
in
the
tent
,
could
feel
the
thrust
change
,
break
up
,
lose
itself
in
a
hundred
cries
.
"
We
know
,
London
.
"
"
Sure
,
but
he
called
us
yellow
.
"
Mac
’
s
breath
came
out
,
heavily
.
"
That
was
close
,
Jim
.
Jesus
,
that
was
close
.
"
London
’
s
square
shadow
still
stood
on
the
tent
wall
,
but
the
many
excited
voices
drifted
and
lost
their
impact
.
London
stretched
the
subject
.
"
If
any
of
you
guys
think
I
got
canned
peaches
,
you
can
come
in
and
look
.
"
"
Hell
,
no
,
London
.
We
never
thought
that
.
"
"
It
was
that
son
-
of
-
a
-
bitch
Burke
.
"
"
He
’
s
been
workin
’
against
you
,
London
.
I
heard
him
.
"
"
Well
,
you
guys
clear
out
,
then
.
I
got
work
to
do
.
"
The
shadow
stayed
still
on
the
tent
wall
until
the
voices
had
dwindled
until
no
crowd
faced
the
tent
.
London
lifted
the
flap
and
stepped
tiredly
inside
.
"
Thanks
,
"
said
Mac
.
"
You
don
’
t
know
how
close
it
was
any
better
than
I
do
.
You
handled
’
em
,
London
.
Oh
,
you
handled
’
em
.
"
