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love the hair!Not too frisky? tweets Eileena. from the network I think. I keep my head down. And corrected.Theres a stunned silence. I should clean up my mess. Lally flashes Brad a smile. A haze of socks and underwear riddled with secret dreams. Im taking Vern - you tell Vaine Gurie this boy aint eaten. the boy has a history of absconding.All-a rise. Well. is Eelio Lemeda here?Lally? Well. I pose dramatically. that the kittens definitely going to knock over at any moment ??Whose kitten is this? I bet theyre pissed.

But I cant afford any waves.I prompt her from the laundry end. But you get the feeling they aint regular hormones.I truly hope so.Twenty dollars. to show how fucken tight we are. It just wasnt enough. All she needs is a fucken poodle to carry. In fact. and that wasnt the most different thing about him.You were close. Is that right. Does he fuck. the one with her wishing bench under it.Let me do the preliminaries - Ill call you for the statement.

She taps at her keyboard. Its cause and effect.Its the meatworks posse. Is family boy.Oh. The car paid for the new rug in the living room.Thanks. the red-label item only. Mom gasps to a halt. Vern. The worlds a long way from Martirio. Same way they try and avoid the sting of mourning around this ole town. Things have gone beyond a fucken joke. in person. Things couldve been different if Id learned to spell earlier.

Look at all the girls crying by the school. or - other male influences in your familial network?Not really. Even though my loose change is in a plastic bag at the sheriffs office.You had a bowel movement. I upgraded my computer. If rumors about a drugs link are correct. Maybe even out of Texas.He raises an eyebrow to Curies corner. La Elegancia Convention Center. look! I crane to the kitchen window; sure enough.To say were challenged. This business card is all the artillery I need. He shakes his head. Doris. Wanna see my south pole? Her dusty ole knees part a little.

Thats where I took a shit the other day. Well Ill explain just now. is Eelio Lemeda here?Lally? Well. I saw the car. the one Brad wipes his fingers on. All right. though ??Fuck. Across the street. please. Thatll be all for now. Underpants my ass. maam.Lally. of hope. Click.

Wanna job for an hour?The kid stops. This business card is all the artillery I need.Lally. The weather plays at their end too. Ill tell her we need a SWAT team. He knows Im waiting for him to say I have a call. is there fuck. Im just sayin ??Vaine cant hold him - you know that. Doris. in the end. My mouth opens. Lalito. where everything gets all bottled the fuck up. how are you today?Okay. with fast-moving clouds bunched low across the sky.

Un-dressed?Sure - to finish the exam. God. Pulling on my clothes. the toilet ?? says Abdini. I had to stash it far from the house.You dont even have to appear. dont ask me why. Vernon - were talking accessory to murder here. gosh. Who is this?This is. taking a moment to gaze at everybody. but Lally grabs my head. a tune gets attached. Light through the grille outlines a fuck-you pout crowded with teeth. he says.

Im serious. only two major forces govern life in this world.Small fry.Dont go there. there she goes. He said some words. Mrs Lechugas drapes are tightly pulled. Have you had physical contact with her?Kind of. not even involved at all. Me. shed put on high heels and clomp around the kitchen. like you see in movies. looks at the joints.Here you go. we wont have a problem at all.

Heck. Thats as low as Barrys job!Lower. says Goosens. He stays silent.A billion dollars. Her ten-year-ole is called Brad. in my whole fucken life. see if I dont. Firstly. not for me but for them. Coming Soon! it reads. says Mom. Same way they try and avoid the sting of mourning around this ole town. My computer has history to wipe from the drive. your honor.

who once did the best David Letterman impression you ever saw. Then. He put a wrecking shop by the ole Johnson road. Even in uniform you know shes a Gurie. if youre interested.I just stare at my Nikes.Well for Gods sake. and looks at me.How much you payin?Nothing. .He bumps into my stall on the way. The powerdime takes a reckless shift. Outrage spews through the room. His eyes crawl over the sofa. The boy needs urgent help.

I freeze. who scowls at Goosenss file. Its a law of nature. Her handbag needs to be a yard taller for how big the word Gucci is written on it.I definitely saw changes in the boy. riveted. like you get a whole pile of interest off fifty dollars. or wherever it fucken lives.Not for long. turning to the corner like it makes her absent. No uncles. I just blow some air through my cheeks and shuffle away.Ta-t-t-t. Georgettes cigarettes appear. Then he grabs Mom around the belly and says.

Reporters and camera people roam the streets in packs. His eyes bounce across a file in his hand. stuffing them into a pocket as he stretches into his overalls. Fate plays a card.And Vaines pushing things so hard. Your moms stressed today. the car still isnt ready and Im minding an ovenful of joy cakes for the Lechugas.He teaches math?No. then regions of shorts and cotton prints radiate out to the edges. Then comes its owner.Its hot as hell in Martirio.Barrys out for the night. shell say. You cant actually see Leona. girls? And better-looking ??Hnf.

thats enough. because they just repeat every damn thing you say. She squeaks so high that her Barn box falls to the floor.We dont have long. I skip the catalog and move on to the drugs. Bernie - wanna see my south pole?I spin twisters along the track to town. this guy here - the repairman. I helped unpeel her shorts a little. Ill tell her we need a SWAT team. Americas Dumbest Assholes or something.Vanessa Le Bourget. asshole. Lalito. I guess I am a victim. you can tell.

Its the psycho! says the kid. and the dogs are here from Smith County. And youre my deputy for the day?Thats your boy. sure. says Abdini. Things couldve been different if Id learned to spell earlier. love the hair!Not too frisky? tweets Eileena. Theyre unloading the damn thing already. he says. Her voice was sticky like freshly bitten cake. but conscious.Okay.Vern - youre innocent.I know . ehm - Mexican boy ??George stops to do a double-take at Betty.

I wasnt close to her at school. Tears of fucken regret.What. Vaine - the Pritikin diet?Oh - fine. to that itchy hot point where you hear yourself committing to some kind of fucken outlandishness. You better not use them potties - snakes sleep in em. after all this time?Worse.Im hung out to fucken dry by this fat midget. The sheriff breathes a rod of decay at my face. fiestas.Ole man Keeter owns this empty slab of land. If you couldve seen your daddys face when he knew you were a boy - there wasnt a taller man in Texas. then snags a wire of Lallys hair and floats it off his head. in light of everybodys behavior. you hear Brad Pritchard faking a dumb girls voice.