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| | Anthology of Thirties Prose |
 | | And now here in this show, Joey Gallagher and Studs Lonigan were together, the two of them were one, racing across the screen, and the dough was rolling in, and the blonde she was sweet, and she was his, laying only for him, and oh, goddamn it, this was the real ticket. |
 | | Studs was getting tense, wondering what was going to happen, thinking would he have the guts to pull the stunt Joey was pulling. |
 | | Studs asked himself could he face guns, and fight like a gangster, and he felt that Studs Lonigan was yellow, and couldn't be a Joey Gallagher. |
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