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Here's your chance.
Come on, kid; don't pass it up."
"Oh gee, Charley, I can't do that. You wouldn't want me to try
to _hurt_ the Souvenir Company after being there for--lemme see,
it must be seven years."
"Well, maybe you _like_ to get your cute little nose rubbed on
the grindstone! I suppose you'd like to stay on at nineteen per
for the rest of your life."
"Aw, Charley, don't get sore; please don't! I'd like to get off,
all right--like to go traveling, and stuff like that. Gee! I'd
like to wander round. But I can't cut out right in the bus--"
"But can't you see, you poor nut, you won't be _leaving_
'em--they'll either pay you what they ought to or lose you."
"Oh, I don't know about that, Charley.
"Charley was making up for some uncertainty as to his own
logic by beaming persuasiveness, and Mr. Wrenn was afraid
of being hypnotized. "No, no!" he throbbed, rising.
"Well, all right!" snarled Charley, "if you like to be Gogie's
goat.... Oh, you're all right, Wrennski. I suppose you had
ought to stay, if you feel you got to.


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