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Carl Hiaasen: Fever Beach No rating

“THE AFTERNOON OF SEPTEMBER FIRST, DISHWATER-GRAY AND RAINY, A MAN NAMED DALE FIGGO PICKED UP …

"Why'd you hit me? For Christ's sake, I'm old enough to be your dad." "Just keepin' it real," said Figgo, grinning. "That's what I do. My top forte, you might say." What's wrong with this fuckwhistle? wondered the hitchhiker.

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Oh Carl. You only get better at what you practice and you’ve been practicing for so long. Bravo