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Show 3, Jeffries, Islamorada "Maurice I've warned you about-" "Yeah okay but Ichabod you din be playing no basketball wid the boys this morning, your boys be waiting outside the gym door in the snow." I'm genuinely sorry, Maurice, he reflected, if you were out there in the snowbank with the front out of that shoe. . . "Maurice I'm just not gonna make it every day, at seven AM in the dark-hey I can't eat those space food breakfast bars you guys seem to-" "Coffee ain't good Mr. . . .Mr Clayton, coffee and them faculty donuts, that's empty calories, and. . .'bout that new word you taught us, in regards to before you got at that coffee this morning, you be lookin1 hag-rid. . ." Indeed Maurice this last eve Goody Griffin did ride me over these three counties- "The poem!" Roosevelt demanded. "Mr Clayton I be looking ahead in the poem, and I see Candy and me, here she takes me to her elfin grot, looks at me with the big blue eyes as she did love and make sweet moan. . ." The white girl, a poor girl but one of the new nervy, chalky beauties surviving in the inner city cut in "Roosevelt, I think my dad would like to get his hands on you-" |