Chapter 8
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- Not so good. Will you come to see him?
- Why not?
- How's Johnny?
- No, I couldn't
- I couldn't
- That's ok. I wouldn't want u to see him. U r a traitor to ur own kind not loyal to us. Do u think ur spying for us makes up for the fact that u r sitting there in a Corvette while my brother drops out of school to get a job? Don't u ever feel sorry for us. Don't u ever try to give us handouts then feel high mighty about it
- He killed Bob. Oh, maybe Bob asked for it. I know he did. But I couldn't ever look at the person who killed him. You only knew his bad side. He could be sweet sometimes, and friendly. But when he got drunk... it was that part of him that beat up Johnny. I knew it was Bob when u told me the story. He was so proud of his rings. Why do people sell liquor to boys? Why? I know there's a law against it, but kids get it anyway. I can't go see Johnny. I know I'm too young to be in luv all that, but Bob was sth made people follow him, sth that marked him different, maybe a little better, than the crowd. Do y know what I meant?
- Hey, can u see the sunset real good from the West Side
- U can see it good from the East Side,too.
- I wasn't trying to give u charity, Ponyboy. I only wanted to help. I liked u from the start... the way u talked. U r a nice kid, Ponyboy. Do u realized how scarce nic kids r nowadays? Wouldn't u try to help me if u could?
- Real good.
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