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CHAPTER 4B 'See that Fleetwood 75?' Szgabu pointed and Poody looked over his shoulder. Poody shook his head sympathetically. Mmph, mmph, mmph. 'Nigga you crazy, I don't see no muthufukkin hog, let a lone a 75 Fleetwood. Expecting the Cadillac to stop Szgabu waited. When the luminous limousine failed... Sign in to see full entry.