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Ma.He teaches math?No. They dont enforce laws. situated away from the scene of the crimes - automatically rule you out as a suspect? Fecal matter can be accurately dated. at the morgue? Whats he know about Barrys in-surance?Tuck sells goddam in-surance. his eyes flash across the room. I only saw some kid from The Apple. The scent of lumber being cut for a fucken cross. and in my mind it becomes a shunt of hormone from the lip of her skirt. Central Texas. . I mean.

says Leona. no.A thought comes to me; it is that a breeze on the butt. hisses Abdini. Yes. the door opens. please. the remotest edge of town. Jesus got worse after that. says Eileena. and the man has in fact put aside his disgust to save Granny. the type of glasses worn by people with mostly gums and no teeth.

through the town. You hear a dorkball squeak something in back. All the boys I know have summer jobs. And theres no drugs link. as the now-dumbstruck Mr Asshole Nuckles would say. I turn away from him.Thanks - Ill be right back. I may consider your application at a later date. or deer; but mostly just bleached beer cans and shit. Not that hed probably even feel it. the pastor goes into the prize tent with Mr Lechuga.Just then.

then shuffles back again. Definitely over thirty. then physics again. wiping his face with his hand. of this sturdy. God. A smile comes to my face.Nah - I know all the shortcuts. says Abdini.Uh-huh. just as the officers start the truck. Thats an ole mine shaft.

See how it works? Its the future now. Judge. Were gone. about black and white?I didnt say I was in class ??A knock at the door saves my Nikes from fusing. pumps away at the dirt next door.Counsel. He dont care to pretend. says Mom. Joy wells up in my heart. let alone a team of gunmen!I know. The crowd divides its attention between me and the bench.I didnt mean to trouble you.

She never talks about the one that got away. Ma?Well there you are - go ask that TV man if hed like a Coke. The worlds a long way from Martirio. Then Moms voice occurs. like the - digestive condition mentioned in this report. I dont know. Kurt started barking again. know why? Because Lallys turning white. whispers Mom to the ladies.Whens the next report? Lunch time?The typist nods; one righteous eye darts to Vaine. though; everybody ends up being on the take. She looks around at everybody.

shes gone. She puts on her glasses and looks at me. Todd wouldve wanted me to do nice things. What you hear is just Leona. Pumpjacks poke dirty fingers into the landscape. boy. We got a new speakerphone. Her feet turn in like a little girl. Then he curls a gaze at me. What do you think?Bastard. dry wombs and deep. Im a naked fucken animal.

The weeping sax from the TV weather plays in the office. but already the damned things listing into the dirt. says Abdini. I mean - please.Well. it could air by tonight - Vern? I think its time to tell your story. but he wont admit it. Ill see you at the sizzle.I definitely saw changes in the boy.Jail is sour tonight. Until Tuesday. Hey.

while Im outside like a slave?Oh.The screen clacks shut.I dive around his legs and hit the speaker button. Cameras loaded. my life feels like a fucken corn chip. I have to get to Keeters. guaranteed. waiting for fiery hounds to unleash mastications and puke my fucken soul to hell. Mr Something Fucken Abdini Something stands sweating in my cell. have you seen Vern? Hey. turning to the corner like it makes her absent. Ma.

everybodys at the funerals. Then she turns to me. See.No kidding. you can have most of it - all of it if you want. or something way fucken bent. goes Lally.It aint LuDell. with all these jingle singers going.The one dressed like Ricardo Moltenbomb?Well hes much younger than Ricardo Montalban - isnt he. softly at first. its at Willard Downs lot.

Yo. But because hes dead. says Lally. How many offices does a girl have that you can get moren one finger into?Offices?Cavities - holes. All the while she smiles a smile you know youve seen before. during those carefree years. This Tuesday night. I have to stay aware that ole metal-mouth back at the sale will start bawling for me after an hour.What is going on here? asks the judge. Definitely over thirty.Vaine Gurie preps her throat to speak. this is our first time.

Or mine. My eyes search the market for a window of opportunity. Everybody in the place looks up to watch Pam drag me out by the hand.You said you were in math. Knowing her. leaning past me to whisper. PLUCK Off!I just stay quiet. tightening her lips. on account of being older than me.Judge Gurie puts on her glasses. I wasnt even there ??Is that right. I carefully pull down the window behind me.

where hes selling lottery tickets. dripping ants all over Gurie Street. they wave. Vernon Gregory. like Mr Navarro let Jesus use his. Pams voice starts to rattle furniture.Bradley. next to a greeting card with a cartoon baby on it. she says. slouching low in the seat.The typist sighs.Bwanas tardies.