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Chapter 22
Youjus’beenmopin’enough.They’saladies’committeea-comin’,an’thefamblyain’tgonnabefrawnywhentheygethere.»
«ButIdon’feelgood.»
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«I’magoin’tovomit,"RoseofSharonwhined.
«Well,goan’vomit.’Courseyou’regonnavomit.Ever’bodydoes.Gititoveran’thenyoucleanup,an’youwashyourlegsan’putonthemshoesofyourn.»Sheturnedbacktoherwork.«An’braidyourhair,"shesaid.
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«Yes,sir.Wentout’forewewasawake.Nowlookinthatboxan’getyousomecleanoverhallsan’ashirt.An’Pa,I’mawfulbusy.YougitinRuthiean’Winfiel’sears.They’shotwater.Willyoudothat?Scroungearoun’intheirearsgood,an’theirnecks.Get’emredan’shinin’.»
«Neverseenyousobubbly,"Pasaid.
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