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“How come it can’t fly no better than a chicken?â€� Milkman asked.

Too much tail. All that jewelry weighs it down. Like vanity. Can’t nobody fly with all that [stuff]. Wanna fly, you got to give up the [stuff] that weighs you down.�

The peacock jumped onto the hood of the Buick and once more spread its tail, sending the flashy Buick into oblivion.”