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Show 23, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 4] "A less. . .eloquent gentleman would be quick to point out that they are. . .built like two and a half brick shithouses. Hey how can you go wrong--" "There's maybe two ways I--" "Amorous," he laughed, "it would take a red-blooded old man a long time to forget. . .her making those sheep's eyes at you. If you press me I guess I favor the leggy, that dizzy redhead. . ." Events would never take the course of a last night with the boys and a naked girl jumping out of a cake. But there was a day that was something like a bachelor party. He was driving along to school and on the car radio this little Polish or Spanish bird, the Paloma Blanca, was advising '-once they locked me on a chain, 0 they tried to break my pow-er. . .' It was a day for exchange teaching and the second-graders had their stories and workbooks out to where the rabbit widow-mother was telling her boy that the really tasty stuff was off-limits. And here Mr. Clayton thought fondly of Row's huge white rabbit, Mr. Akron. "Species-ism," he began. "Really, Mr. Clayton," their teacher whispered from the back of her classroom, but caught!, he thought, |