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"
You
supplyin
the
juice
,
bro
?
"
"
That
’
s
a
big
ten
-
four
.
"
"
I
be
there
.
You
keep
that
thing
off
the
top
end
goin
home
,
you
hear
me
?
Every
cop
between
here
an
St
.
Pete
knows
your
name
.
"
"
You
know
all
about
it
,
huh
?
"
Hallorann
asked
,
grinning
.
"
I
know
more
than
you
’
ll
ever
learn
,
my
man
.
"
"
Listen
to
this
sassy
nigger
.
Would
you
listen
?
"
"
Go
on
,
get
outta
here
fore
I
start
throwin
these
lettuces
.
"
"
Go
on
an
throw
em
.
I
’
ll
take
anything
for
free
.
"
Masterton
made
as
if
to
throw
one
.
Hallorann
ducked
,
rolled
up
the
window
,
and
drove
on
.
He
was
feeling
fine
.
For
the
last
half
hour
or
so
he
had
been
smelling
oranges
,
but
he
didn
’
t
find
that
queer
.
For
the
last
half
hour
he
had
been
in
a
fruit
and
vegetable
market
.
It
was
4
:
30
p
.
m
.
,
EST
,
the
first
day
of
December
,
Old
Man
Winter
settling
his
frostbitten
rump
firmly
onto
most
of
the
country
,
but
down
here
the
men
wore
open
-
throated
shortsleeve
shirts
and
the
women
were
in
light
summer
dresses
and
shorts
.
On
top
of
the
First
Bank
of
Florida
building
,
a
digital
thermometer
bordered
with
huge
grapefruits
was
flashing
79
°
over
and
over
.
Thank
God
for
Florida
,
Hallorann
thought
,
mosquitoes
and
all
.
