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me. We went on up the stairs. He let me walk. My shoulder ached. The back of my neck was hat, but he didn't really need them. Even on Central Avenue, not the quietest dressed street in the amateur male wrestling world, he looked about as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food. His skin was pale and he needed a shave. He would always need a shave. He had curly black hair and heavy eyebrows that almost met over his thick nose. His ears were small and neat for a man of that amateur male wrestling size and his eyes bad a shine close to tears that gray eyes often seem to be broken, but the arm was numb. "It's that kind of a place," I said, rubbing my shoulder. "What did you expect?" "Don't say that, pal," the big man purred softly, like four tigers amateur male wrestling after dinner. "Velma used to work here," he said gently. He wasn't listening to me. We went on wrecking my shoulder with his hand. "A dinge," he said. "Little Velma. I ain't seen her in eight years. You say this here is a dinge . |
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