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Cletus Purcel.” “What’s wrong with Clete?” “What’s right with him?” “Give it a break, Lucinda.” “He tried to turn somebody into a human bell clapper. Do you know a character by the name of Dogshit Dolowitz?” “No Duh Dolowitz, the merry prankster?” “Yeah, I guess he’s called that, too. Your friend crammed a garbage can over his head, then pounded the can all over an alley with a baseball bat.” “What for?” “Ask him . . . Wait a minute.” She set the phone down and closed a door. “Listen, Detective, Nate Baxter would like to put your buddy’s ham hocks in a skillet. I’d have a serious talk with him.
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