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"
You
’
re
kidding
.
"
"
Once
I
knew
a
postmaster
,
little
town
.
Had
a
punk
kid
working
there
,
name
of
Ralph
—
pale
hair
,
glasses
,
little
tiny
chin
,
adenoids
big
as
goiters
.
Ralph
got
tagged
for
stealing
stamps
—
lots
of
stamps
,
like
maybe
eighteen
hundred
dollars
’
worth
.
Couldn
’
t
do
a
thing
.
He
was
a
punk
.
"
"
You
mean
he
didn
’
t
take
them
?
"
"
If
he
didn
’
t
it
was
just
the
same
as
if
he
did
.
I
’
m
jumpy
.
I
’
m
never
going
to
get
tagged
if
I
can
help
it
.
"
"
Is
that
why
you
never
married
?
"
"
Come
to
think
of
it
,
by
God
,
that
’
s
one
of
the
reasons
.
"
I
folded
my
apron
and
put
it
in
the
drawer
under
the
cash
register
.
"
Takes
too
much
time
and
effort
to
be
suspicious
,
Joey
.
I
couldn
’
t
take
the
time
.
"
"
Have
to
in
a
bank
.
You
only
lose
once
.
All
it
needs
is
a
whisper
.
"
"
Don
’
t
tell
me
you
’
re
suspicious
.
"
