[The half finished Chesterfield meets the pavement and is crushed out by one of those fine Italian loafers. Off he goes. Speed is not on the old man's side. There's their building. Even though Larry wants to turn to look how far away the kid is, he steels himself. That'll only slow him down. Ears open he can hear footsteps. Book it, old man. Pretend this is football and your delaying the tackle.]
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[The half finished Chesterfield meets the pavement and is crushed out by one of those fine Italian loafers. Off he goes. Speed is not on the old man's side. There's their building. Even though Larry wants to turn to look how far away the kid is, he steels himself. That'll only slow him down. Ears open he can hear footsteps. Book it, old man. Pretend this is football and your delaying the tackle.]