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It was too late for me to think about it now. I quickly grabbed the piece of book from the table and stuffed it into my pocket.

He pretended not to care at all as he said to long legged beauty and old blind man: "My friend Fatty is good anywhere, but his head is broken. If he is a little brain-damaged, he can pick up any piece of scrap metal by the roadside and treat it as a treasure