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«
O
.
K
.
»
«
Know
which
way
you
’
re
goin
’
?
»
«
Well
,
we
’
re
gonna
try
up
north
.
»
«
Well
,
good
luck
,
"
said
the
watchman
.
«
Same
to
you
.
So
long
.
»
The
truck
edged
slowly
over
the
big
hump
and
into
the
road
.
Tom
retraced
the
road
he
had
driven
before
,
past
Weedpatch
and
west
until
he
came
to
99
,
then
north
on
the
great
paved
road
,
toward
Bakersfield
.
It
was
growing
light
when
he
came
into
the
outskirts
of
the
city
.
Tom
said
,
«
Ever
’
place
you
look
is
restaurants
.
An
’
them
places
all
got
coffee
.
Lookit
that
all
-
nighter
there
.
Bet
they
got
ten
gallons
a
coffee
in
there
,
all
hot
!
»
«
Aw
,
shut
up
,
"
said
Al
.
Tom
grinned
over
at
him
.
«
Well
,
I
see
you
got
yaself
a
girl
right
off
.
»
