Authors: Thomas Laird
‘M
y
brothe
r
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.
Hi
s
peopl
e
ha
d
nothin
g
—’
‘The
y
al
l
ha
d
somethin
g
t
o
d
o
wit
h
thi
s.
The
y
al
l
helpe
d
ge
t
u
s
wher
e
w
e
ar
e.
Bi
g
Joh
n.
He’
s
th
e
on
e
wh
o
wa
s
gonn
a
kil
l
m
e,
unti
l
h
e
foun
d
ou
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I
coul
d
b
e
a
moneymake
r
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r
yo
u
an
d
hi
s
fuckin
g
famil
y.
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e
though
t
h
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ha
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m
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puppet’
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g,
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t
h
e
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lookin
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backward
s.I
wa
s
th
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moneymake
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al
l
righ
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bu
t
I
use
d
him
.
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t
wa
s
neve
r
th
e
othe
r
wa
y
roun
d.
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t
yo
u
fuckin
g
guinea
s
suffe
r
fro
m
a
massiv
e
overdos
e
o
f
eg
o.
Yo
u
thin
k
you’r
e
alway
s
i
n
contro
l.
Wel
l,
Elle
n,
d
o
yo
u
fee
l
lik
e
you’v
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go
t
you
r
hand
s
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m
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ball
s
righ
t
no
w?
’
I
tur
n
he
r
han
d
a
littl
e
mor
e
an
d
sh
e
scream
s
.
‘Yo
u
brok
e
m
y
ar
m!
Yo
u
so
n
o
f
a
bitc
h,
yo
u
brok
e
m
y
ar
m!
’
I
le
t
g
o
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d
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se
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I’v
e
probabl
y
gon
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a
littl
e
bi
t
to
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fa
r.
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r
ar
m
dangle
s
loosel
y.
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t
a
s
soo
n
a
s
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le
t
g
o
o
f
he
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se
e
tha
t
she’
s
tryin
g
t
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whac
k
m
e
wit
h
he
r
goo
d
lim
b.
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o
I
punc
h
he
r
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n
th
e
mout
h
wit
h
a
straigh
t
righ
t,
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d
he
r
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d
bounce
s
of
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th
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headres
t
o
f
th
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chai
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behin
d
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r.
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p
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anothe
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straigh
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righ
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floo
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r
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ge
t
ou
t
o
f
he
r
wa
y
.
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e
i
s
bloo
d
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l
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r
he
r
teet
h,
bu
t
I
don’
t
se
e
an
y
o
f
thos
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fang
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missin
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fro
m
m
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d.I
ben
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dow
n
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d
wip
e
th
e
gor
e
fro
m
he
r
mout
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s
stil
l
a
lovel
y
mout
h,
s
o
I
woul
d
no
t
wan
t
t
o
damag
e
i
t
.
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pul
l
he
r
t
o
he
r
knee
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sla
p
he
r
lightl
y
t
o
brin
g
he
r
bac
k.
Whe
n
she’
s
awak
e,I
wai
t
t
o
se
e
he
r
strik
e
ou
t
a
t
m
e,
bu
t
sh
e
doesn’
t.
Whe
n
i
t
appear
s
a
s
i
f
she’
s
clea
r-
heade
d,
instea
d
o
f
clawin
g
a
t
m
e
sh
e
begin
s
t
o
unzi
p
m
y
fl
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bal
l
m
y
fis
t
t
o
sho
w
he
r
tha
t
she’
d
bette
r
no
t
b
e
thinkin
g
o
f
bitin
g
anythin
g
i
n
clos
e
proximit
y
.
Bu
t
she’
s
doin
g
wha
t
sh
e
doe
s
bes
t.
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r
mout
h
i
s
he
r
bes
t
featur
e,
a
s
I
sa
y.
Whe
n
she’
s
go
t
m
e
wher
e
sh
e
want
s
m
e
t
o
b
e,
sh
e
get
s
bac
k
u
p
o
n
th
e
chai
r
an
d
open
s
he
r
leg
s
wid
e.
S
o
I
accommodat
e
he
r
.