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A bank bag now hung from those teeth—yellow-gray rancid, decaying teeth, strands of tobacco chew laced in between. Those thin pen mark lips could not hide the teeth’s keyhole spaces, shaped by open cavities—the bank bag hung from those teeth. The me
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I grabbed the overhead rail, flexing my biceps and easing my pelvis in his direction.
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"...Whatever happened to Perry
Farrell, anyway?..."
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["Mama says knock you up ... so I'm gonna knock you UP! ... " "Um ... I don't think that's how it goes ... " "What?"]
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