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CHAPTER 4C Poody observed a ten year old boy in knickers and a t shirt dart into he the alley beneath the El tracks. Despite the burden of Szgabu's clothes he was police car swift. 'Damn Dul, that litta bastud done swiped yo duds.' The two men gave chase. Music screeched from a record store as they... Sign in to see full entry.