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“Where’s Hazel today?” Mack asked. Jones said, “Hazel went out with Doc to get some starfish.” Mack nodded his head soberly. “That Doc is a hell of a nice fella,” he said. “He’ll give you a quarter any time. When I cut myself he put on a new bandage every day. A hell of a nice fella.” The others nodded in profound agreement. “I been wondering for a long time,” Mack continued, “what we could do for him – something nice. Something he’d like.” “He’d like a dame,” said Hughie. “He’s got three four dames,” said Jones. “You can always tell – when he pu