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Carlo Marx: I'd gotten so crazy over Dean.
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Dean Moriarty: Alas, alas, Sal. It's not me, I'm drunk. But my soul talking direct soul language, so to speak, to my deepest blood brother and holy goof, that's you. And to be formal and analytical about it, let me objectify the characteristics I miss the most of you. Number 1 your conversation. Number 2 your brotherly smile, man. But I shall go on, so to close and get the gist Denver waits for you. Carlo in his damp grotto and clowned misery to use a paradox of expression waits for you, so get on it! Be quick and hurry to me, no delay. Bring Paradise to Denver. Bring Paradise to Denver. And I love you as ever. Dean, Drunk.
Eric Davis
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