‘You don’t know the whole, child. Monroe would lock the whole group of us in the basement, every day. "I'll tackle it to-night!" "But it's after ten!" "What's that got to do with it? … The roofs of the native huts scattering in the wind! … the absolute agony of the twisting palms!…. She killed a man who was squatting outside of a freezing brick shanty on the southern edge of Chicago as he waited for his dealer. I’ll be ready in a moment.
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