[That phrasing doesn't go over the kid's head at all but Freddy doesn't really have any idea how to address it without wrecking the moment, this story. Maybe they can save it for later. He pushes his now empty plate aside to smoke and drink up the Corona.]
You were pickin' money off the floor? [He says with great amusement.] Were you looking up skirts too?
[Cause every stupid little boy knows that trick real well or something. Not that Freddy Newendyke ever did it. Really, he didn't.]
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You were pickin' money off the floor? [He says with great amusement.] Were you looking up skirts too?
[Cause every stupid little boy knows that trick real well or something. Not that Freddy Newendyke ever did it. Really, he didn't.]