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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 30 "--Captains divert your cargo from Port Everglades to the New Jersey fuel depots. Yeah. . .Big Boss says, screw Florida. . ." The owner grabbed the barrel and threw it in the direction of the Kingfisher. "Well hell, Tom, let's move Gentlemen, the privilege-I didn't realize, pull right up here. "Boy! Check under those hoods! How's the battery water?" The Pooh-bah nodded. "Fine sir, good to hear it. Brand new cars, huh? All three. And another twenty just like them lined up in the desert. Yes sir, saw it in Newsweek. Well, what's good for General Motors." A smiling harem queen returned the restroom key. "Well thank you, Ma'am. And now that you've found the way y'all stop back, ya' hear?" Handshakes all around for the menials. The owner looked at the boarded Sunoco station across the highway and leaned in and a bead of sweat glistened and fell on the rich crushed-velvet upholstery. He was going to get the company line right. "Cause I can be, uh, I can be very friendly." A female circumcision. The furor after he'd cut his new American bride. |