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sat in came out of the Statue of Liberty. He was a big man but not more than six feet five inches tall and not wider than a beer truck. He was looking up at the jutting neon sign of a second floor dine and dice emporium called Florian's. A man was looking up at the sign too. He was about ten feet away from me. His arms hung loose at his aides and a forgotten cigar smoked behind his enormous fingers. Slim quiet Negroes passed up and down the street and stared at him with purchasing amateur telescopes darting side glances. He was worth looking at. . |
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