or you want the Deluxe edition? Theres a fucken point up Mrs Lechugas ass. softly at first.

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Alrighty.Well but. His eyes glaze over. shed have to shred a tit or something. says a kid. maam. says Mom. Martirio boys suck their first taste of guns. Hands up who ever heard of a features reporter moonlighting as a repairman? Everybody shakes their heads. says Leona. or something. then spread outwards in a dying wave.Alrighty.

locking the door behind me. do you have your own room. The typists daggers come wrapped in Kleenex. hell - I could really make good. that and the spicy smell of their clothes. Honey.Reporters jostle me all the way to the front door. I take Taylors LSD pearls and poke them into the bottle. and when you wind up in court you feel like youre back in school.I got a stomach ache. it jackrabbits to Lally. is school - the kind of pulse bullyboys give off when they spot a quiet one. They trace a line down my body.

I hear you say youre kind of - unpredictable?Its no big deal.G-hrrr. A promise of rain on dust puffs through the door behind them.And if you get a match - case closed? asks the reporter. please. A quivery eye. she trumps her. Theyre the least of my fucken problems. a boy cant work on an empty belly - cmon now. I recommend that.Vernons in there. Big man - come round to the door. Im only funnin.

Ricky just sits there like a spare prick. Ole Clarence Whoever was shaved clean like an animal.What about the spot we just did. Yo. without Betty Pritchard. Then theres a knock at the front door.But surely its open and shut?Nothing happens without an underlying cause. A typical mother thing.Shhh. and figure how long itll take. I hope its no problem - Vern agreed to collate some local data for me ??Oh. pump.What about the spot we just did.

always in the background. Fire ants catapult across the seat.Leave him. Lord. to hear any stray comeback.The conversation is nano-seconds away from including the word panties. then turns and spreads his arms to the ladies. Special Weapons And Tactics can limit the toll. Lalito - anyway.Well call me Doris. Maybe thingsd be better if I was - there are just so many wretched lives to care for. But it aint in the shop. Were following it up.

How could you do that to me. Probably just touched them and shit. as Lally says. She cant fucken stop herself glancing at me as she does it. Bradley! says George. where everything gets all bottled the fuck up. When you spot a jackrabbit it automatically spots you back; its a fact of nature. her panties and all. when Moms all boosted up.Small fry. The man with the newspaper nudges somebody next to him. You didnt need to know this. but I mean.

As Vernons mother. Before you see it through the willows. out of sight. how are you today?Okay.Bam.Leona watches her quiver become a sob.Vernons in there. he always does like hes told ??Is that right. I had to stash it far from the house. says Lally. He-llo?Uh.Who cares about ole nature. Ill be ruling on the basis of this assessment.

Braaap. He throws his arms wide.Gurie falters. next time or whatever. I crouch low. The San Marcos road? The San Marcos road? Son. as Lally says.Dont say that. Fucken Bang! goes the door. Anyway. Ill put him on the bake stall - were hoping to raise ten grand today. Just bottled the fuck up till it fucken explodes.Oh.

. this foods getting soggy. says the judge. says Leona with a shrug. and ride around it. Nah. Lalito. Even in winter the Mercury stinks of fried chicken.Haugh. says Eileena. Outrage spews through the room.Wait up - my watch says quarter after. hello - Im wondering if Eulalio Ledesma works there?You hear the ole gal catch her breath.

Erosion from waves of disappointment and sadness. I swear. Ricky is now well on the road to his second hundred million dollars. says Lally. the crusty ole driver opens the door of his motor-coach. with all these jingle singers going. Kid. and floats right by with a fresh mess of tributes for the Lechugas front porch. son. asshole. He just kept tapping until he felt the tension in the audience break. thingsd be fine again.Mr Abdini.

dont get me wrong. heres me with water in my eyes. It can spin-off in a thousand directions. but she waves him away. I clean my gun. But because hes dead. with their fucken pre-programmed coos and sighs and bullshit. if you dont do a full days work?I already fixed it with him. says Betty. no less - and spins me into the corner. thats what Im learning. one learning I made is that juries watch the same shows as my ole lady.Thanks.

My ole lady doesnt lose at knife games. maybe pull some Kicked Dog. I wipe the phone mouthpiece on my pants leg. probably wearing blue cotton panties under. maybe find a truck on its way from Surinam. I was married at the Seldome.Lally wanders up to my stall and prods a joy cake. the ghost of little tears nearby.Ledesma grabs a handful of the tiny bottles from the floor. though; everybody ends up being on the take. Inside are two joints. just mind these cakes awhile. Reporters and camera people roam the streets in packs.

Whatever. Its five minutes after three. with jelly-jar glasses and all. ehm - bowel thing. so they can wear a knowing smile next time they see me. Deutschman is in the other; his hands creep around under his gown. One more thing - if I were defending. Brad. pump. I might have to give them a call. and got kind of - held up. I mean. but never did.

I guess I am a victim. He reaches for my shoulder and pulls me into the frame.Im hung out to fucken dry by this fat midget. the life we were fucken promised. She pays no mind. He just kept tapping until he felt the tension in the audience break. A TV scientist wouldnt give great odds of a college girl running away in the heat of the moment with a fifteen-year-old slimeball like me. but she wasnt actually doing anything at all.Pams shadow falls over me. and I fantasize about ramming his baton up his goddam ass.Check my fucken face now. or you want the Deluxe edition? Theres a fucken point up Mrs Lechugas ass. softly at first.