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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 20 "Girl you just hold on to those tickets." "There he is with the black and gold!" They were down at the winner's circle. "Tell me how it's done, Dorian. About the pedigrees and such. What you saw in Kentucky." "Well that Forego, you can see on the program, in his name, he's from the undefeated Argentine stakes-winner, Forli, and a good dam, now with that breeding and the money he's winning, well someday his children, so to speak, will be of considerable value, I mean wouldn't you like to own--" "But Dory," she interrupted, pointing at the program, "if the b. under his name is for his color brown then what does this little g. mean?" "Oh my goodness." At that moment the gelding looked up at them. For a moment Dorian held his eye. It was the gaze of a weary and innocent angel. The sudden towers, the great emporium of Dadeland rising from the flats. And inside, at the center of the mall, his attention was arrested by a display of art deco vans and hot rods. He wasn't sure that they could move, Coming out of The Fashion Conspiracy, he ran into |