the age of the unthinkable
You aint nervous yet, Coffin Ed corrected. The shark looked at Coffin Ed defiantly and crowed, I told you I wasnt nervous. When the rack man put the paper sack holding the stakes on the table, Coffin Ed got down from his seat and picked the age of the unthinkable it up. Thats mine, the shark 
mortal thoughts Grave Digger moved in behind, putting both the shark and Poor Boy between himself and Coffin Ed. Dont start getting nervous now, son, he said. We just want to look at your money. It aint nothing but plain United the age of the unthinkable States money, the shark argued. Aint you wise guys never seen no lady starlight Coffin Ed upended the bag and dumped the contents onto the table. Dimes, quarters and half dollars spilled over the green velvet, along with a roll of greenbacks. You aint been in Harlem the age of the unthinkable long, son, he said to the shark. He aint goin to be here long either, Grave Digger said, mortal thoughts out to flip the roll of greenbacks apart from the silver money. Theres your roll, son, he said. Take it and find yourself another town. Youre too the age of the unthinkable smart for us country clicks in Harlem. When the shark opened his mouth to protest, he added roughly, And.
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