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"Question," the angel said. "When are we going to cut that rug that's growing out of your head? Shit gets any longer, we're going to have to mow it down like hay." As Tohr stripped out of his T-shirt and boxers, he enjoyed the only consolation to be had in suffering Lassiter's company: He flashed the motherfucker. "Man, flat ass is right," Lassiter muttered. "You're sporting a pair of deflated basketballs back there. Makes me wonder...Hey, I'll bet Fritz has a bicycle pump. I'm just saying." "You don't like the view? You know the door. It's the one you never knock on." -Lassiter & Tohr"
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