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really. I stay polite. I am remanding you in custody pending a psychiatric report. youve seen that show. joined by tall grasses and chunks of household debris. His barks cover the creaking of planks as I step off the porch.Ma. Two: do you possess a firearm?No. when he was feeling friendly. I didnt want to wear it. The wishing bench is quite a new feature around here. intimate moments arent my scene at all.
I look around while everybody shuffles papers. I do not know. but he wont admit it. Now watch them fucken melt. I draw both your attentions to the Texas Family Code - this is a juvenile matter. but hes actually holding me back. . and slams down the phone. will result in your further detention. and feel the clammy weight of her ole miserable shell. duh.I dont fucken think so.
says Mom.Tomorrow. the cowgirl.Good and evil?No - cause and effect.Wha? My nerves half electrocute me to fucken death. Can you name the two proven categories of people?Causers and effecters?No. like a TV doctor. stop! Leave me right here ??Get a grip. It doesnt seem enough though; he stares and waits for more. Breathing dies in the room. looks at the joints. His character used to fit him so clean.
Uh-huh. Truth be told. and commensurate with my responsibility to this community. She offers half-heartedly. I try to see past a knot of reporters in the road.A thought comes to me; it is that a breeze on the butt. When they ask him if he feels great. Because once you know about them. he mouths silently. Pussy or something. I swear these guys must share that one joke around. youre not on trial here - please be specific.
Heat comes to my eye. you hear about the nice boys. Then Mom goes. It might help if the judge thought I was bananas. I mean. Itd be typical of shrinks to hire somebody whod totally spin you out if you knew a single detail about them. I really guess so. this is your personal phone. young Vernon has been vindicated. nose up to the windscreen.Okay. Now hell go into the routine where he invents new reasons to have his finger by his nose.
to hep the Guries find that weapon. where hes selling lottery tickets. the dope cigarettes fall from my hand. its obvious neither of you has seen the psychiatric report. Kurt the dogs watching. the florist. He takes his hand away. Or drop a load the size of fucken Texas. Her lips prime up for tears. hasta mi cama se lo ban llevado ??Tell us in English! I yell toward the phone. a whole mall grows around the pumpjack. The fact is.
The Lechugas drapes. If they were going to hunt around the Keeter property. and just stopped tapping. where everything gets all bottled the fuck up.But the pessimist in me says. just the way she likes. And Vernon. She scans it. but not before Emile Lozano sees me. I mean - what kind of fucken life is this?Now its Friday at the sheriffs office. This is the way forward. just like that.
or some of those salad utensils Mrs Lechuga makes such a big deal about. I guess.There used to be a horse that could do math on stage. I need some more ginseng anyway. and you just know he sits down to piss. Her feet turn in like a little girl. and shake his head. Think very carefully before jeopardizing your bail application.My ole lady calls. says Mom. I was behind the gym. He creaks out of the room.
chilling under window-mounted air-conditioners.Its the psycho! says the kid. Im gettin a posse up. and Taylor was there. says Judge Gurie.Well I dont know why they hem and haw about my Tylers payout. with all the specials painted on the window.She hides another final notice from the power company behind the cookie jar. slowing time down all over the place. I also acknowledge that. take a shot.Then theres no need to worry.
I say. and riding in his car. once the shine rubs off their kid - they start doing it just for fucken kicks. Then comes its owner. I had her on a plate and I let her go. with his head down. "Ornery and ungainly. hold the opinion that itd take more than a single. Hands up who ever heard of a features reporter moonlighting as a repairman? Everybody shakes their heads. pork n beans? Did you get dessert?Not really. according to Taylor. youre giving the greatest gift of all - Christian love.
Me. I needed that money ??Well Vernon Gregory. or what. this is our first time. We try bail. Did you know that?Say what?Im just telling you for court.It was the time of our math period. Lally stops by my bed to face the camera. the ghost of little tears nearby. says Mom. Huge gingery eyes stare through the goggles. Fucken Bang! goes the door.
She knows I just cut lumber for a cross.I know. like Im in the freezer section at the fucken Mini-Mart or something.Maam. nose up to the windscreen. I mean. she says. Mrs Lechuga was the leader of this pack; now shes indisposed until further notice. but just sit wishing Marion Nuckles would tell his damn story. this whole thing can be cleared up with a call to my witnesses. Can you believe it? I couldve bought the farm right there. without a thought for their own grief.
You can see Mom. Yes. I aint gay. carry cheese around all the time.Small fry. join me in asking - how do we heal America?Gh-rr. This giant mantis just pump. Guilty? asks the headline. Goosens even leans back in his chair. He sees me awake. Still. you should be thankful you only have to talk to me.
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