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CHAPTER 11-2
Hoss used one of Malany’s two towels, jumped into the back seat, and began putting on his clothes. “Hope you don’t mind if I lay my undershorts out next to the window to dry.” Malany sighed angrily and started the car. She yanked the shift lever into drive and spun out onto the road. Hoss began to nod, then his head slumped forward. “’Ott damn, ain’t this great?” he said, reviving after a few minutes and shaking his head. “And it’s only about five in the morning. By the way, where are we now? I must’a dozed off.” “About a hundred miles east of Memphis.” “That’s just about right.” “Right for what?” Malany asked. “I can’t wear these all the way to California. We can find one of them military surplus stores and pick up some new threads.” “It’ll have to be the Salvation Army.” “Not me
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