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I was thinking about that dame upstairs, and the way she had looked at me and my rig, and I wanted to see her again, close, without that silly staircase between us. She had a thing about her, with hips that wouldn’t quit, and an eye for a cloud that tells you she is going places. With that come hither smile and herbal vapor eye, what more do you need?
Perhaps you’ve heard of his cousin, Walker Blue.
