“If this is about your father, you are wasting your time.”

“If this is about your father, you are wasting your time.”
“How did you know I was me?”
‘Are you, you?”
“Yes I am me. Are you, you?”
“I was told to stay away from a red-headed dwarf.”
“Was it Sandra? At the Mercury?
“She’s a gypsy, not a dwarf, idiot! In a dream. So buzz off, Porn Boy!”
There it was again. Up close, Sam’s face and body was a symphony of the wrinkles you would expect a sun worshipper to compose. He looked a buff sixty but was probably more like forty, unlike Chip who looked twenty but was likely about Sam’s true age.
“And here I was about to buy an autographed copy of your book. For my mother.”
“Well, sit back down! Just one Lindy. Or two Fords. Or four DuPonts. I’ll even take twenty Joes if all you got is coins!”
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