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"
It
’
s
been
here
all
along
.
"
"
I
never
saw
it
.
It
don
’
t
belong
to
me
.
It
’
s
yours
.
"
"
Not
mine
.
I
never
saw
it
before
either
.
It
’
s
got
to
belong
to
somebody
.
Long
as
it
’
s
here
don
’
t
you
think
you
better
apply
for
a
permit
?
You
sure
it
’
s
not
yours
?
"
"
I
tell
you
I
never
saw
it
.
I
don
’
t
like
guns
.
"
"
That
’
s
funny
.
I
thought
all
big
Mafia
men
loved
’
em
.
"
"
How
you
mean
,
Mafia
?
You
trying
to
say
I
’
m
Mafia
?
"
I
made
a
big
innocent
joke
about
it
.
"
The
way
I
heard
it
,
all
Sicilians
belong
to
Mafia
.
"
"
That
’
s
crazy
.
I
don
’
t
even
know
no
Mafia
.
"
I
tossed
the
gun
into
the
drawer
.
"
Live
and
learn
!
"
I
said
.
"
Well
,
I
sure
don
’
t
want
it
.
Maybe
I
better
turn
it
over
to
Stoney
.
Tell
him
I
just
came
on
it
behind
something
,
because
that
’
s
what
I
did
.
"
"
You
do
that
,
"
said
Marullo
.
"
I
never
saw
it
in
my
life
.
I
don
’
t
want
it
.
It
’
s
not
mine
.
"
