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Show 47, Jeffries, Islamorada against him. Harlan, he'd introduced, in trucks, and Lute, in rubber, must be convenient with that rain coming on, Dory had mumbled. "Hey fellows," Griffin asked, "how about that Game of the Week? Did you see what this young man's brother-your brother, right?" he looked at Dorian doubtfully, "-did to West Virginia?" "Did to our Mountaineers?" they frowned, and flanked off to their ball placements. "Go easy on 'em, there, Pop, you know they're about sold on your VIP waterfront lots and they don't wanna hear no Penn State-" "Hillbillies, you say?" Griffin turned and muttered conspiratorially Daddy sang bass Momma sang tenor Dory began, through clenched teeth Me 'n little brother would Join right in there "I guess I enjoy a laugh every once in a while?" Diamond's father asked of him. "I guess you're a good boy? And you know I think it might be a pleasure to meet your parents. Hey you know, boy, '•' here he forced an arm up and across Dorian's shoulder, "when that red robin of mine starts shaping her nest. . . well I'd be watching for that nest egg, d'you see? |