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"
Keep
it
.
"
"
I
will
.
You
don
’
t
know
what
you
’
re
talking
about
.
You
’
ve
never
been
a
—
drunk
.
I
don
’
t
tell
you
how
to
wrap
bacon
do
I
?
Now
if
you
’
ll
go
your
own
way
,
I
’
ll
knock
on
a
window
and
get
some
skull
-
buster
.
And
don
’
t
forget
—
I
’
m
better
off
than
you
are
.
I
’
m
not
a
clerk
.
"
He
turned
around
and
put
his
head
in
the
corner
of
the
closed
doorway
like
a
child
who
abolishes
the
world
by
looking
away
from
it
.
And
he
stayed
there
until
I
gave
up
and
walked
on
.
Wee
Willie
,
parked
in
front
of
the
hotel
,
stirred
out
of
his
nap
and
rolled
down
the
window
of
his
Chevrolet
.
"
Morning
,
Ethan
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
up
early
or
out
late
?
"
"
Both
.
"
"
Must
have
found
yourself
a
fancy
piece
.
"
"
Sure
did
,
Willie
,
an
houri
.
"
"
Now
,
Eth
,
don
’
t
tell
me
you
’
d
take
up
with
no
streetwalker
.
"
"
I
swear
it
.
"
"
Can
’
t
believe
nothing
no
more
.
I
bet
you
was
fishing
.
How
’
s
Missus
?
"
"
Asleep
.
"
