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To: flickerful who wrote (9221)	4/3/1998 12:56:00 AM
From: WalleyB	Read Replies (2) of 71178

Jim was seated in the far corner with his back to the wall and his gun in his lap. Viddles were fried chicken and mashed potato with brown gravy and biscuits. With one eye on his plate and one on the saloon door he chewed his food slow and deliberate. Mom always told him to chew every bite 30 times at least before swallering and jim always did what his mom told him. Zed the bar tender had fetched the sarsparilla by this time and jim slapped a hand full of quarters on the worn wooden table. Zed slid the coins off like he had done hundreds of times before but this time bending forward till his bristle chin nearly touched jim's ear he whispered, "there's trouble a coming through the door Jim, but I don't want any trouble, ya here?" Jim kept looking straight ahead and placed another forkful of potato into his mouth, "I hear ya zed... zed! anybody every tell you your breath stinks worse than the livery stable?" Zed shuffled off back to the bar and served up more drinks for the crowd that was gathering.

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