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`` Well, that's your business, Mr. Skyros '', said Angie, and his dreamy eyes moved past Mr. Skyros' shoulder to gaze vaguely out the ground-glass window.
`` I appreciate it, you do that.
Sure.
We don't none of us want no trouble.
I'm in a room over the Golden Club on San Pedro, you just ask for me there, you want see me.
Or maybe I call you -- tonight??
About nine o'clock, I call and see if you got any.
A couple decks for me, Mr. Skyros -- and ten-twelve to sell, see, I like to have a little ready cash ''.

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