"That's right Mister Ruth. I am your ghost writer."
"Well that explains the sheet. I don't like to hang around with people who wear sheets. Fuckin' Ty Cobb is always wearing his when he was smacking around the nigra clubhouse attendants. Plus why did you cover all of your face except for that stupid freaking mustache?"
"It's a family heirloom. I am going to leave to my grandson so he can wear it some day. He is going to be a famous writer too!"
"Sure thing keed. Let's get started."
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