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Chapter 5
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MrBloomraisedtwofingersdoubtfullytohislips.Hiseyessaid:
—Nothere.Don’tseehim.
Out.Ihatedirtyeaters.
Hebackedtowardsthedoor.GetalightsnackinDavyByrne’s.Stopgap.Keepmegoing.Hadagoodbreakfast.
—Roastandmashedhere.
—Pintofstout.
Everyfellowforhisown,toothandnail.Gulp.Grub.Gulp.Gobstuff.
HecameoutintoclearerairandturnedbacktowardsGraftonstreet.Eatorbeeaten.Kill!Kill!
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