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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 19 meaning to ask you, are you rich?" Bobbing and reaching, Forego closed from far back with what seemed mostly that great size of his and February started moaning like a porno sound track, the way girls do at the races. The horse took first money and the odds-on price went up on the toteboard. "Oh Dory, we're fixed. I mean let's do this. We'll never ever even have to work!" He looked at the faces around him. "I confess, I really used to believe that. A number of simple-minded Yankees, they're gonna retire at twenty-five, gonna beat this track--" "Yeah but you know what you're doing-all those two-dollar tickets--" "February they're ten-dollar tickets--" "Ooo-h buy me something pretty!" "Yes perhaps something but you see we didn't really make all that--" "I'm sorry Dorian Clayton. Now why did I say that just now. I think it's maybe what you were talking about, bloodlines, bad in my case. . "You're just excited." "Dory you said a mouthful. I wish I could take your hand, right now, and put it where I'm all slippery and excited-- |