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SLIM

SLIM

Yo’ died ef it had’n’ been fo’ me!

LUCY BELLE

LUCY BELLE

Been sick a dozen times since den an’ yo’ ain’ raised a han’ ter he’p me! (Harshly.) Yo’ ain’ no good, Slim—an’ yo’ ain’ nevah gwine ter be no good—’less yo’ change mighty quick. Yo’ nevah keeps a job ovah a week. All yo’ is good fo’ is ter guzzle gin, shoot crap an’ chase gals—

SLIM

SLIM

Go on blackguardin’ me—ef yo’ lookin’ fo’ trouble!

LUCY BELLE

LUCY BELLE

I’se tellin’ de truf—an’ yo’ knows I is!

SLIM (loudly)

SLIM

I tol’ yo’ I ain’ had nuffin’ ter eat since dis mawnin’.

LUCY BELLE

LUCY BELLE

I’ll go down ter de sto’ an’ git some stuff.

SLIM

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