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“Yes. I know him very well. I go in to see him almost every day.” The other boy laughed. “My old man would whale the tar out of me if he caught me monkeying around up there.” All the boys laughed and shouted hurrah when Johnny got back to the starting point. How disgusting it was to have people make fun of you!.
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