"What is the meaning of this voyage to New York? What kind of sordid buisness are you on now? I mean, man, whither goest thou? Whither goest thou America, in thy shiney car at night?"
"Whither goest thou?" Echoed Dean.
We sat and didn't know what to say; there was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.
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