Who did they think they were, yaahing at somebody on the road just because they were little high-school punks… — Jack Kerouac
Who did they think they were, yaahing at somebody on the road just because they were little high-school punks and their parents carved the roast beef on Sunday afternoons? Who did they think they were, making fun of a girl reduced to poor circumstances with a man who wanted to belove?
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