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...he Said, With Sort Of A Little Derisive Smile, "how Can You Walk Down The Street With All This Stuff Going On Inside You?" I Said, "i Don't Know How You Can Walk Down The Street With Nothing Going On Inside You.

-Nelson Algren

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...he Said, With Sort Of A Little Derisive Smile, "how Can You Walk Down The Street With All This Stuff Going On Inside You?" I Said, "i Don't Know How You Can Walk Down The Street With Nothing Going On Inside You.

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