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Show 92, Jeffries, Islamorada But five miles down the road there came that ropey smell again. "Who's got that damn pot?" the driver yelled back. "Y'awled better believe I'll motor this here bus right straight to the police station!" Everybody fumbled awake. In the terminal at West Palm, Dorian was discussing the rumors with a little old lady. "I think it was the young woman next to me," she confided, "but she was afraid to say anything. She said it was a special cigarette that she has to smoke for her asthma." He was in need of a shower and a good bm and he thought it would be nice to be on the water. Ameripass listed three hotels out on Miami Beach where they'd worked out a savings plan. He watched the buses but he couldn't figure out how to get out there, a cab came along and he asked the driver. "Get in," the cabbie said. Well that was good for a quick six dollars. At this rate--oh well, it was only the retirement money. "The Atlantic Towers," his driver announced. And quickly was inside and behind the desk negotiating his finder's fee with the clerk. |
