“I ain’t doin’ it.”
“Don’t be such a wuss. Frankie and Tommy done it and ya know whata ‘fraidy cat Tommy is.”
Dickie crossed his arms and stuck out his chin.
“It’s broad daylight…what ya think is gonna happen taya?”
“I ain’t got no good reason ta, okay? I’m leavin’, bye.”
“That whata nuns teach ya in the Catholic school, eh? Come on, Dickie. Jus’ go down and…”
“What are you boys up to? You fancy my apple pie, do you?”
“Run, Dickie. Old Lady Pritchard’s gonna git you with her cane.”
“Stealin’s wrong, see… Come on.”
“You’re hopeless, Dickie…”
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