Butch Butch Shet up, then! The officers’ll come here. Whut’ll I tell ’em ... whut’ll I say—they’ll come in the door—this boy—he’ll be out on the lake by that time.... Elly Elly Butch! Butch! Butch Butch Shet up! Elly Elly You cain’t plan to do this! I won’t let you git that boy killed. He’s too young, he’s too sweet-lookin’.... Butch Butch Ha! Ain’t I young? Ain’t I sweet-lookin’? You’ve said so. ’D you mean it? Elly Elly I come here—and lived with you. Butch Butch
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