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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 58 have become the nervous and unemployed spacemen wandering our lawns at night in their fishbowl helmets." Dorian looked at the man more carefully. "Pretty country, Indian River." "Wanna talk Indians? There's no treaty, y'know. I mean if this Seminole War flares up again? This title search thing, I have lost considerable sleep; it could find us the dispossessed, the new Cherokees. . ." "Big Dick forget them Indians. You, you say you're not married? Now I've got this daughter, I think she's a dish. Everyone says she's lots of fun--" "And she doesn't get out enough?" "--If you're ever up our way at Panhandle City it's a left turn at the what you may call it, the fast-food place, the Krystal, okay you're looking for this blue stucco bungalow, turn at the little cayman-faced marker: 9119 El Lagarto Boulevard--" "You'd never find the place." "But those tiny lots," Dory objected, "don't you always tend to be rubbing up against--?" "Crowded? No worse than the next booby colony." "Yes the gannets--" "Hey really--a singleton such as yourself--you're not married? How old are you? My daughter might like you- "Well you're the Inlaws you--" "There's eighty of us. I mean if we all get together |