Bobby Jones knew what others thought about him. He was fat, they said. He was lazy. He was a bigot, racist, and general slob. He was bad luck. The Demon Murphy was his best friend.

For the most part, they were right. He was loud, crude, and lazy. But on the charges of bigotry and racism, he drew the line. He was neither of those. Nobody would believe him, but only Bobby could know his own heart.

Which seemed to be the . . .

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