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Everything
’
s
free
here
,
food
,
liquor
,
automobiles
,
houses
.
Just
move
in
and
set
down
to
a
turkey
dinner
.
"
Mac
squatted
and
motioned
Jim
to
sit
beside
him
.
He
pulled
out
his
sack
of
tobacco
and
made
a
careful
,
excellent
cigarette
;
then
,
as
an
afterthought
,
"
Would
any
of
you
capitalists
like
a
smoke
?
"
Several
hands
thrust
out
.
The
bag
went
from
man
to
man
.
"
Just
get
in
?
"
the
lean
face
asked
.
"
Just
.
Figure
to
pick
a
few
apples
and
retire
on
my
income
.
"
Lean
-
face
burst
out
angrily
.
"
Know
what
they
’
re
payin
’
,
fella
?
Fifteen
cents
,
fifteen
lousy
cents
!
"
"
Well
,
what
do
you
want
?
"
Mac
demanded
.
"
Jesus
Christ
,
man
!
You
ain
’
t
got
the
nerve
to
say
you
want
to
eat
?
You
can
eat
an
apple
while
you
’
re
workin
’
.
All
them
nice
apples
!
"
His
tone
grew
hard
.
"
S
’
pose
we
don
’
t
pick
them
apples
?
"
Lean
-
face
cried
,
"
We
got
to
pick
’
em
.
Spent
every
Goddamn
cent
gettin
’
here
.
"
Mac
repeated
softly
,
"
All
them
nice
apples
.
If
we
don
’
t
pick
’
em
,
they
’
ll
rot
.
"
"
If
we
don
’
t
pick
’
em
,
somebody
else
will
.
"
"
S
’
pose
we
didn
’
t
let
nobody
else
pick
?
"
Mac
said
.
