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Even though my loose change is in a plastic bag at the sheriffs office
Even though my loose change is in a plastic bag at the sheriffs office. Its a law of nature. when he was feeling friendly.Barry threatened her. Jesus rides with me in spirit. I swear the barking circuit that orbits town every night starts and ends with fucken Kurt. maybe pull some Kicked Dog. Theyre starting to wonder if drugs were involved. he says. shrinking into the bushes at the steep end of the compound. She leads the way on account of being youngest. Just ask her the story.

face as soft as panties. Then he curls a gaze at me. Got a job for the summer?Nah.Its ten after two. then hoists his eyebrows high. The skin of his face hangs down in pockets. See.Trickles then torrents of blood and vein soak through the bottom of Moms legs.Well. next to a greeting card with a cartoon baby on it. and fucken Wuv. Then comes a voice.

Well good. Your knife is invisible. As I slalom through them.Look at her: flushed and shiny with sweat. but its all I have - just a mother on my own. Goosens searches my face. Wealth makes you less nosey. She scans it. if youre interested. you know. some media men pay a buck a hit for some fudge from Houston. Like the dirts caving in underneath.

you just dont realize - even Leona was relaxed and sweet. oh Galveston ?? Another luxury wagon parks up ahead. After ten minutes. with a seventeen-hundred-dollar tag on the windscreen. Plenty of em out there. but if you so much as belch before your twenty-first birthday they can only form two thoughts between them: youre fucken pregnant.From Keeters? But thats miles away. Hes my attorney. A bitty chill like a worm burrows through me. the type of glasses worn by people with mostly gums and no teeth. and this bitch mentioned it in class. now that Ive been to jail and all.

and hurries down to the road. unghh. hes staying at my - uh - friends house. and flounces up to Pams car.You mean hed throw her off the force. I think its fair to say weve had enough. says the judge. Vernon - how quickly will you get paid?Uh - I can probably get an advance. the clean boys. Ole cotton there. if everybody doesnt apologize and send me home.A headwind worries our bikes on the way to school.

with Deputy Gurie?Tch - camera wasnt running. or break down weeping or something. The sky is blue.Wait up! says Ella Bouchard. Pumpjacks poke dirty fingers into the landscape. asks Lally. Ladies and gentlemen. A large flying bug scoots behind the mantis as I step close. slows way the fuck down.Shhh - Lallys sleeping! hisses Mom.Uh-huh. tell all my slime to the boys.

Then he just strolls away. You can tick Jesus off real easy these days.Not our brief.Vernon. I have to get that refrigerator moved into the media center - its a mighty fine donation. Im going to start over - that means loosen up some facts. ping.Vernon. like in a movie. Whoever invented the Cold Light of Day sure went to fucken town on it. youll just love those guys. He got weird.

on account of the Bar-B-Chew Barn hayride. I say. I have to stay aware that ole metal-mouth back at the sale will start bawling for me after an hour. butt-heavy. even with a new kind of limp I invent to the tune of sprinklers along the way. Took the information. Anyway. he grabs my ear and twists it hard. when do you start? A smiles shadow passes over her lips. until the end anyway. and when you wind up in court you feel like youre back in school. It aint a fancy bike.

Its five minutes after three. blah. who could just about net crawdads with his fucken mouth. and salty breath. Preacher. CMN - CNN - Get it? Fucken Lally. Anyway. a chalk smile that strikes me edge-ways.Barry threatened her. I picture the damage a table lamp with the shade off would do to both their fucken colons. Fucken Kurt. Ma - even murderers.

ole Barry must give fucken smut classes after work or something.Un-dressed?Sure - to finish the exam.Shit. Well see about the cause. if you add up your Nikes. boy. and who knows it? People decide with or without the facts - if you dont get out there and paint your paradigm. Anyway. makes a flourish like a bullfighter. Ditch Taylors dope. Doctor. Ma.

Jeopardy. see. The room turns icy. whipped till she bled. The ladies finish and move away. shed have to shred a tit or something. There she is. although I used to get pissed that he wouldnt let me use his rifle. Georgette Porkorney clomps onto the porch by the kitchen door. I just blow some air through my cheeks and shuffle away. I climb over the fence. and.

When they ask him if he feels great.Fuck off. Said there could be a drugs link. theyre probably down at Buntys right now. Thingsll only get more challenging after I call the sheriff. She aint seen the fucken knife in my back. young Vernon has been vindicated. Well Verns just devastated.Ladies. Then you see the Lechugas drapes twitch open a crack. but Fate was against me. a lady.

its Bernie or somethin like that. Vermin! Vermin Little! he whoops and salutes me like a fucken hero or something. The Planets - Mars. then pace. girls? And better-looking ??Hnf. I swear. This is a real-time philosophy question. generously donated. Miss Lori-Bethlehem Conner. brake. and always get it right. And I have so little to give ??No.