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Sunday Morning...Chapter 2
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| Dude, why's that Chinese guy yelling at that big round guy? | |
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| That's Frank. My dad says he hit the Chinese guy on the head. | |
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| You mean he threw it so wild he hit the guy? Where does that Chinese guy live anyway, on Mohawk? Do his kids go to Deerfield? | |
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| No, Shanghai. Frank threw it so high he knocked the guy out of his bed in China and he hit his head. | |
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| Dude, that's one angry Chinaman. | |
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| My dad's trying to convince Goldstein to give him a pair of jeans. He says he'll be able to feed his whole family for a year. | |
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