Looking around the room, the producers were thinking the same thing. Belolo grabbed a napkin and jotted down: ¡°Indian, Construction Worker, Leatherman, Cowboy, Cop, Sailor.¡± Morali walked over to the Indian (Rose was, in fact, Lakota) who¡¯d enticed them into the bar. He wasn¡¯t shy. ¡°Hey you, Indian¡ªyou want to be in a group?¡± (SLTheBeliever)
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