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CHAPTER 7: THE PHOC ROC TOC-3
“You cherries,” Jackson said. “What Doc gowin do when yo loose yo head, when yo dead. Yo got only one head, yo know. So. Yo got two feet, neat. Chances yo loosin two feet is lots worse than chances yo loosin one head.” Doc handed the boot to Whiteboy for his approval and El Paso passed the other to Garbageman who passed it to Happy who passed it to Silvers. They all approved. Whiteboy and Silvers tossed the boots at Chelini. Chelini covered up and let the boots hit him. Jackson began to laugh and everyone laughed. Chelini laughed so hard he couldn’t get his right boot on. Jax nudged Chelini out of the seat and sat down smiling. He pulled a black and chrome hair pick from a fatigue pocket and stuck it into his short Afro hairdo. He fluffed the black frizz and then scratched his scalp slow
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