" "You read those yarns?" Spurlock's head came about, and there was eagerness in his eyes. Barleycorn had sent to the mat for the count of nine: unless the young fool's daddy had a bundle of coin. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. Spurling. "He would return my letters unopened or destroy them. “I do want you.
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