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And then Barry Barton runs out of the building. He stops at Jack’s chest covered with a red winter jacket. He pokes him gently with his fist. “I overheard Joe. If you want to get paid Mack forget the squirrels. I’m not a nut.” Jack shakes his head no. He putters his lips and enunciates the word NO.... Sign in to see full entry.