"What the hell, roomy," he said. "Let's go to chow." I looked at his confident mug; he was going to be a farmer. "I don't have an appetite," I said with a sigh. "Okay now," he said, "you can try to kid me but don't say I didn't wake you." "No," I said. "Who're you expecting, a broad-butt gal with ballbearing hips?" "No," I said. "You'd better stop that, roomy," he grinned. "It'll ruin your health, make you a moron. You ought to take you a gal and show her how the moon rises over all that green grass on the
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