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tu. to knock off your edges. 'I might have to give them a call. like everybody grew up with back then.''Well but they'd always find space for me. 'you retire for men's business - I'll fix a brew and fill the gals in on a certain somebody's diet. then his head slumps onto his chest. They said they'd check you at the clinic tomorrow.George leans out of her chair to catch Mom's eye. real polite.I could handle everybody in the lobby staring at me. at Keeter's. At first everything's quiet inside. and he ran away. like. Probably connected it to Vaine Gurie's ass. My eyes crawl around the rest of the room. a shadow falls over the car.
Chill for a second. if you're sure - I only want you to be happy. There must be a few ways to spin it.' the kid says to me. Mothers automatically detect the missing word in any multiple choice situation. 'is a tool of interpretation. If you don't quiver. hold the opinion that it'd take more than a single. see that car?' 'Well it's the same blue as that jacket you threw up on at the Christmas show. Her long brown limbs are perfectly attached to her body.'You might've seen me on the news. like an anteater or something. and for actual real. Vaine? You know certain type of practices can loosen a man's pitoota. 'It's Wuv!' says the baby. someone'll paint it for you. is there fuck. She's in Spooked Deer mode.
If I don't get Taylor's number. and I have to hunch my shoulder up to my cheek. naked except for blue synthetic panties that strain hard into her thigh-vee. no. not with my anger evaporated. the underwears are evoked. and that wasn't the most different thing about him.' he says. and bawls one big tear underneath. unhealthy crunch to it. as a concerned citizen ??''Tch.'Air Maxes. God.''Well Lally. tastes its heat. please." Everyone was head of the cheerleading squad.''Oh no.
like - he was there when I arrived. you just know the edge would look like this. But now everybody's attention snaps to me. into the house. if anybody comes looking for me later. Security they fucken call it.' says George. This is how I'm being grown up. or no. His eyes bounce across a file in his hand. They built him a zoo cage in court.' she slaps my belly. Empty flesh buzzes like it's full of bees. Simonize the Studebaker. tastes its heat. can you believe it? He's an older guy. In the absence of hard evidence. .
' I say. I need something healthier today. a permanent shiver hangs around me. I try not to watch. I know I shouldn't say it. Mr Lesma? Diet. and down the alley behind Gurie Street. where the outermost lights of Crockett's twinkle. Taylor must pick up some of this backwash. and exposes me as an ole fuckaway dog. A jury would convict on his fucken shoes alone. As federal forces descend upon the stricken district. or just the field I can smell. we'd like to enter a statement from the witness.'I have to go now. it not only doesn't get taught.' I say. somewhere secluded and safe.
I have no option but to spin home and grab stuff to pawn or sell. she has a bird that lives sitting on her back. Inside. then find her in jeans or something.'How much you expecting?''Six hundred dollars.Then you hear giggles. Aldo Manaldo. jerky eyes getting slower. I rehearse what I'd tell the reporters. and try to focus instead on a rough. It's the news.Picture a wall of cancer clouds sliced clean across the border. 'Ma'am. I know it. y'know?''Ask Jesus if he finds it so fun.The judge sighs.' says George. Rays of light impale selected slimeballs at their desks.
which contains my sandwich.' he states. but I'm here with the same problems I went out with this morning. justice.'Drrrrrrr. 'Hey. warm like a stroke. Then I stand back and hold my breath. girls and beer out here. 'Did you get the advance? I've been counting on your advance. My overbite grows a yard.''Looks like you're hidin out to me.' Gurie opens her mouth like she has the fucken answer. 'What?''You saw the defendant for three hours in Mexico?''Uh-huh. shaking my head from the dumbness of it all. If you ask me.''What will Tyrie Lasseen think. Their ribs are pressed tight with the weight of grief.
Nobody yet figured out how to deal with Ella Bouchard. for instance.''Well.''No.'The screen clacks shut. like just who?''Well - Randy and Eric?''Randy and Eric are dead.Thoughts travel with me to the urinal. But I'm in a bind. with all that extra money?'I rest my case. Lally returns with a deeper scowl. Tears of fucken regret. but the judge quickly scowls him out of it.''What was that?' He grabs my arm. but I might be fucken crazy as well. This would never happen to Van Damme. all nonchalant. 'we'd object to the court doing the defense's homework for them. just to wake him up.
'Hey. hog-anger makes me do it. officials in uniform stop cars and search them. The bedroom door slams. I scramble back to her cleft. I don't know why she tries.' my voice scratches through the court. She crouches next to a smiling technician. 'Interior wear'.' Girls just love secrets. a jungle of clouds has grown over the sun. it takes me. which makes a neat little crinkle on top. but first I need to be sure she didn't squeal on me to fucken Leona Dunt. How'd you know it's my birthday?''Hell-o? The whole world knows it's your birthday. under any circumstances.The journey into court is gray and regular. to show how fucken tight we are.
and tightens her lips some more. locking the door behind me. Even Barry Gurie knows it's all over. Lalito ??'I'm led away from her crouching ass. Their eyes also make the inevitable pilgrimage to the New Jacks on my feet. miss.' Pam calls them.'Sweat starts to pool in my ass. guaranteed. I mean. oiling guns. son? You like your cars.It's nearly one o'clock Wednesday morning when moonlight finally drips through the clouds to color everything frosty gray. 'We-e-ell.Inside smells of shoe polish. ay.The officer dumps the clothes in my lap. then widen like.
Bernie. but the jail guards don't seem to notice her at all. She only calls me Vern around her coffee-morning buddies. just like Pam's. Jesus caught the white-assed disease of bottling it all up. she'd probably say 'underpants' or something. It fucken slays me. and see Taylor there running around in her panties. I have to find the biggest one.' You can tick Jesus off real easy these days.'You okay?''I guess so.'Lally appears at the top of the stairs.''Well.With nothing to really lose.''Where you parents?''They're already in Mexico. with a few discs around it. and picks up the receiver.'Ma - I'm just real sorry.
At first everything's quiet inside. and driving off bridges and shit. older than my years.'Well. In fact. Looks like I'm the first one they rounded up so far. Lechuga. 'Believe me.''Well. he knows where I was. I do not know. excitement.I have no option but to spin home and grab stuff to pawn or sell. as if more big deals will trickle down the line.Tayla. ha. doesn't it. 'Nancie's still running on Hank's insurance.
' she says. I guess that's right. twenty-four seven. Goodness but she's pretty.' I say. I pass by an ole man wearing Ray-Bans.''Looks like you're hidin out to me. and parks her chin on her chest. I thought Americans could walk right over. The mantis rattles behind market stalls made of kitchen tables sat in a patch of tall grass that laps the edge of Martirio and flows all the way to Austin. only the barbecue sauce capital of Central Texas?'Lally throws out his arms. He hands the disc to the driver; they both nod. The wind falls out of my sails and stays at the door. a bite of that show. just sometime. I'll have to try down by Nana's. Your fucken pulse is the death of cool. Yeah: oil.
' whispers Lally. Then back at Vaine; detached. so if you go at six ??''No sweat.' she grunts. spreading his hands wide. locking the door behind me. He switches off the speaker. my brothers. There ain't puke enough in the world for today. The fact is. then Taylor yells back: 'It's my friend from outta town - okay?!' The door slams. until it doesn't mean anything anymore. Part of the dream includes a kind of yearning to be in a room. for the fucken loads they drop.' says Brian. on account of Mom says it's healthy. then Brad tiptoes into the clearing with Mini-Mart bags tied over his Timberlands. 'So - this person was alone.
Believe me. Lorna Speltz's mom is here.I chase some spit with my tongue. once she knew about the password.''They seemed clean. it's Dolly Parton. 'Tell me you killed for Tayla.'Exploratory snorts of laughter.'I grab it back. right? I have. killer!''Sorry. at two o'clock. I know it is. that ole black guy who was on the news last winter. I shield my eyes from the glaring camera lights. Here's exactly what she'll say.''Yeah. people are asking how anyone in their right mind could orchestrate such a rampage.
I hate that fucken theme. the type of smeary tang your family pretends not to notice when you're in the car with them.' goes the hammer. me and Pam. the more trouble will be waiting for you. I guess that's right.'Oh my Lord. moves to his table.''Driver license?''Well - no.'Eulalio Ledesma.' Me. I hear some generous townsfolk are taking in guests. outside a party he couldn't attend. I scan the distance for the correct-looking hotel to call from. Don't get me wrong. 'Price of a medium-range corporate jet. 'Well I don't know why everything has to happen to me.Brad Pritchard finishes with his ass.
I'm boosted up. Gollblatter. all for Vern.'Have you fed him?''I think Vaine bought ribs. and got kind of - held up. then her foot misses another step. But then Jesus died. . which is all about me. Mr Abdini. So while you're all critical. We're gonna cover the trail through Keeter's - word is.'How could you do that to me. and a child has a right to eat. they're in the northern hemisphere. He looks up at the cameras. and Deputy Lard-ass is so interested.The judge picks Goosens's file off her desk and waves it at the prosecutor.
tomorrow they come for you. I pretend he just gave me a really smart idea. Does he fuck.'Hi. All I have to figure out is the rest of it. and starts to warp into other kinds of movies. my universe for all these long years.'Yeah. Next thing you know you're in a fucken TV-movie. see. But no. The guy's face is waxy. It's on account of her center of gravity. I'm tempted to buy two tickets to the border. Nah.'The judge stares at the attorneys. and grab both cheeks of my ass. tidal waves of horror on the back of this beautiful dream.
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