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Sinela nodded, shifting her stance so that the curve of her hip shaped the tunic. “Who is Lolita?” she asked.
Philip set down his fork.
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“What I'm having trouble understanding...is why the people who wanted this bracelet thing so bad didn't just buy it from Jump. Wouldn't everybody be happy then? Except the guy from Richmond?”
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“Are you ready to have the Devil scared right out of you, Mr...Joe?“
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...he take hol' o' dis niggah's neck wit' one hand, an' den took his head wit' da ot'er han' an' he twist an' twist 'til da niggah's head come off, clean off, wit' a pop.
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“Anyone following you?”
Blow, laughing, glanced in his rearview mirror.
“Yes, as a matter of fact, there is.”
“Oh, shit, Blow.”
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“Awright, gimme my surprise.”
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“Prudent, you say, sir? Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid courted by incapacity. So sayeth William Blake. Are we capable under these circumstances, Mr. Stone?”
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“No shit!”
“Shit! I mean no, Blow. I took a photo off the website and put it on ours.
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The flashing blue lights squirted jet fuel on his excitement. He saw the first set atop a marked unit blocking the dirt drive entrance at the highway.
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“Homer, this is one time I'd like to see the moon hide behind some clouds all night. Know what I mean?”
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4342
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So over the dry moat and past the spikes and up the side of this bowl they charge. The little punk Hamilton's the first one up, and the fight is on.
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“You're tense as a banjo on speed, little bro. You think they're gonna try something tonight?”
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4043
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He knelt when he reached the pile on the ground and saw it was a deputy he didn't recognize.
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4342
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Blow lifted his night glasses and saw that at least one of the bulldozers was grinding toward them like an Abrams tank.
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