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"
You
said
it
!
You
started
it
.
I
’
m
not
going
to
let
you
hide
in
your
words
.
Do
I
love
money
?
No
,
I
don
’
t
love
money
.
But
I
don
’
t
love
worry
either
.
I
’
d
like
to
be
able
to
hold
up
my
head
in
this
town
.
I
don
’
t
like
the
children
to
be
hang
-
dog
because
they
can
’
t
dress
as
good
—
as
well
—
as
some
others
.
I
’
d
love
to
hold
up
my
head
.
"
"
And
money
would
prop
up
your
head
?
"
"
It
would
wipe
the
sneers
off
the
faces
of
your
holy
la
-
dedas
.
"
"
No
one
sneers
at
Hawley
.
"
"
That
’
s
what
you
think
!
You
just
don
’
t
see
it
.
"
"
Maybe
because
I
don
’
t
look
for
it
.
"
"
Are
you
throwing
your
holy
Hawleys
up
at
me
?
"
"
No
,
my
darling
.
It
’
s
not
much
of
a
weapon
any
more
.
"
"
Well
,
I
’
m
glad
you
found
it
out
.
In
this
town
or
any
other
town
a
Hawley
grocery
clerk
is
still
a
grocery
clerk
.
"
"
Do
you
blame
me
for
my
failure
?
"
