S' awright, s'awright, old companion-in-blues. No skin off my nose atall. Now, that writer fella, he seemed quite steamed, so I would advise Missus PennyBristches to lie low for a while and keep her odors to herself a bit, lest she find herself unkindly stretched at law. But, me, I don't have no problem, as I ain't got a dog in the fight.

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