Kenneth Bernoska

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“H’are ya?’’ he said, and his blue eyes were shiny with amusement. “I seen you just met the Mayor.’’ “What the hell’s the matter with ’im?’’ Tom demanded. The young man chuckled. “He’s jus’ nuts like you an’ me. Maybe he’s a little nutser’n me, I don’ know.’’
The Grapes of Wrath
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