How intelligent he looks! on his back both feet caught in my one hand his glance set sideways on a giant poster of Geronimo with a Sharp's repeating rifle by his knee. I open, wipe, he doesn't even notice nor do I. Baby legs and knees toes like little peas little wrinkles, good-to-eat, eyes bright, shiny ears, chest swelling drawing air, No trouble, friend, you and me and Geronimo are men.
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