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This ink would survive Armageddon, I swear. Cockroaches, and this fucken fingerprint ink.
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'Can you name the two forces underlying all life in this world?'
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The sheriff puffs up like he just discovered fucken relativity.
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Then Brad Pritchard appears at my window; nose to the sky, finger pointed at his shoes.
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'You had a bowel movement, outside school? At the time of the tragedy?'
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We could turn your situation around three hundred and sixty degrees..."
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'Vernon, are you all right?' That's my ole mom. I swell with involuntary warmth.
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A learning: deep shit sweetens your plans like crazy.
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