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Show 103, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] prospect of some vague and unspecified Kafka-arrest. "You and your double. You bumming around with that old-timer. Two ids." "I've got time if you want to elaborate." "Known by the company they keep. Are the birds of a feather." "You're saying we're birds." "No. What I said earlier. Two libido-dominated personalities." "Yeah well it's spring." The lower keys of Florida drop within a few miles of the true latitudes of the tropics. The heat from the blue glare of day had lingered over the sunset and was in the wind that begins to blow over the south islands at nightfall. "Yes, it's very warm," February responded, "but, no, I don't care to swim tonight. Think I'll go looking at some wood they're holding for me on Little Torch, and a hatchcover up to Knight's Key. . ." "Well I'll go." "Oh no. You want a freshwater swim." she looked into a parlor at the women. "Who would--? Oh, Marjoram will be glad to swim with you. I'll pick up a few bucks to put on that horse you're telling us about." All curls and ringlets. The pre-nubile beauty. In her beige sunsuit. 'What are you going to do,' the superintendant had asked, 'when those little lookers |