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72 thE PrEaChErs Eat out Vernon Johns There were maybe four of them, perhaps five. They were headed, where? It does not matter, only, they were not home yet, were not near anyone who could have cared. So hungry, they stopped there anyway. And when they heard, We don’t serve your kind, one among them laughed, That’s okay. We’re not hungry for our kind. We’ve come for food. And when the one waitress who would serve them—she had children at home and these were tips—finished breaking their plates behind the building, he called her over to the table. Lady,my one regret is that we don’t have appetite enough to make you break every damned plate inside this room. ...

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