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"
Cover
it
up
then
,
goddamn
it
.
Ya
stickin
’
it
out
like
a
cow
’
s
ass
.
Ya
like
to
feel
sorry
for
yaself
.
There
ain
’
t
nothin
’
the
matter
with
you
.
Buy
yaself
some
white
pants
.
Ya
gettin
’
drunk
an
’
cryin
’
in
ya
bed
,
I
bet
.
Need
any
help
,
Al
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Al
.
"
I
got
this
here
bearin
’
loose
.
Jus
’
tryin
’
to
work
the
piston
down
.
"
"
Don
’
bang
yaself
,
"
said
Tom
.
The
one
-
eyed
man
said
softly
,
"
Think
—
somebody
’
d
like
—
me
?
"
"
Why
,
sure
,
"
said
Tom
.
"
Tell
’
em
ya
dong
’
s
growed
sence
you
los
’
your
eye
.
"
"
Where
at
you
fellas
goin
’
?
"
"
California
.
Whole
family
.
Gonna
get
work
out
there
.
"
"
Well
,
ya
think
a
fella
like
me
could
get
work
?
Black
patch
on
my
eye
?
"
"
Why
not
?
You
ain
’
t
no
cripple
.
"
"
Well
—
could
I
catch
a
ride
with
you
fellas
?
"
