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HILLY (CONT'D) Oh shit! What’s that smell? PTOLEMY What smell? I don’t smell nuthin. HILLY Is it your toilet? PTOLEMY Where Reggie at?
This question sobers Hilly somewhat. HILLY Is that what you wearin’? Hilly blunders further into the house. The squalor and smell seems to assail the younger man almost physically. PTOLEMY Stop touchin’ things, boy. HILLY Come on, Uncle. Let’s find you some clean clothes. We got to go. PTOLEMY Where Reggie? He ain’t been here and this is bank day. Again Hilly’s attention is pressed beyond his complaints. HILLY You got to go to the bank? PTOLEMY Yeah. With Reggie. HILLY He’s at mama’s place. I could take you to the bank and then we could go over there. Hilly stumbles into a stack of old LOOK magazines toppling them into one of the maze-like aisles. PTOLEMY Oh my God. What you done boy? How am I, how can? Oh no. Ptolemy’s response is over the top. One might think that the young man had just destroyed his life’s work.
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