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Pe
y
ton
lov
e
d
h
e
r job.
S
h
e lov
e
d
the
p
e
opl
e
,
the
f
a
st
p
ace
,
a
nd
the
e
x
c
it
e
m
e
nt.
S
he lov
e
d
h
e
r
a
p
ar
tm
e
nt,
the
lo
ca
ti
o
n,
the
r
e
nt,
a
nd
t
h
e
c
o
z
in
e
ss
of
it.
W
h
a
t
w
a
s
missing in
h
e
r
li
fe
?
A
m
a
n.
Not
just
a
n
y m
a
n
e
ith
er
.
A
s
e
x
y
,
hot,
no
-
h
o
lds
-
b
arre
d
so
r
t
of
m
a
n,
som
e
one who
lik
e
d
it down
a
nd
di
r
t
y
.
S
om
e
o
n
e
who
lik
e
d
s
e
x
f
or
s
e
x
a
nd
w
a
sn
’
t
into
a
ll th
a
t
re
l
a
tionship
cra
p.
S
he
thou
g
ht
he
would
b
e
ea
s
y to
f
ind,
but
not
i
n
h
e
r
e
x
p
er
i
e
n
ce
. Ev
e
r
y
m
a
n
she
h
a
d
e
nt
er
t
a
in
e
d
b
a
lk
e
d
a
t
the
id
e
a
of
s
e
x without
c
ompli
ca
tions.
S
o
h
er
e
she
w
a
s,
wo
r
king
a
n
o
th
e
r
double
a
t
The
S
a
loon
just
so
she wouldn
’
t
be
a
t
home
a
lone
with
h
e
r vib
ra
tor
a
s
c
omp
a
n
y
.
“
H
e
y
,
P
e
y
ton.
N
ee
d
a
n
oth
e
r
r
ound
ov
e
r
h
e
r
e
,
hon
e
y
.
” G
r
a
d
y M
c
P
h
er
son
w
a
v
e
d
a h
a
n
d
to
e
n
c
omp
a
ss
the t
a
ble wh
er
e he
a
nd
th
r
e
e oth
e
r
g
u
y
s
s
a
t.
S
he nodd
e
d
a
nd
smil
e
d
.
S
he lik
e
d
G
ra
d
y
.
His
six
f
oot
fra
me hous
e
d
a kind
soul
who
w
a
sn
’
t
c
ut
out
f
or h
e
r
kind
of lov
e
,
thou
g
h h
e’
d
t
r
i
e
d
o
f
t
e
n
e
no
u
g
h
to
c
onvin
c
e
h
e
r to
t
a
k
e
a
c
h
a
n
c
e on
him.
S
he lov
e
d
his
c
u
r
l
y
,
f
i
r
e
-e
n
g
i
ne
re
d
h
a
ir
a
nd
t
h
e
w
a
y
h
e
f
ill
e
d
out
a
p
a
i
r
of j
ea
ns, but he
w
a
s
n
’
t the
one
f
or
h
e
r
.
R
a
lph
Gunnison
s
a
t
to
G
ra
d
y
’
s
l
ef
t.
The
big
bu
ll
of
a
m
a
n
w
o
r
e
c
los
e-cr
op
p
e
d
bl
a
c
k
h
a
ir
a
nd
a
c
los
e
l
y s
h
a
v
e
d
bl
a
c
k
b
e
ar
d
a
s
w
e
ll.
He
spo
r
t
e
d
a little mo
r
e
fa
t
t
h
a
n
mus
c
l
e
,
but
she lov
e
d
him
l
ike a b
r
oth
er
. On
G
ra
d
y
’
s
r
i
g
ht
s
a
t
H
er
b
y
C
oop
er
.
H
e
r
b
w
a
s
the
wi
r
y o
n
e
of
t
h
e bun
c
h.
All
l
e
g
s
a
nd
a
r
m
s
a
tt
ac
h
e
d
to
a
thin
bo
d
y
.
He didn
’
t
h
a
ve
a m
ea
n
bone
in
th
a
t
bo
d
y
e
ith
er
.
Pe
y
ton
f
e
lt
p
r
ot
e
c
tive
of
him.
He
w
a
s so
o
f
t
e
n
the b
r
unt
of
a j
o
k
e
,
a
nd
som
e
tim
e
s
it
pl
a
in
piss
e
d
h
e
r
o
f
f
.
The th
re
e
of
th
e
m
w
er
e
o
f
t
e
n
s
ee
n tog
e
th
er
,
e
sp
ec
i
a
l
l
y
a
t The
S
a
loon.
Th
e
n
th
e
r
e
w
a
s
the
st
ra
n
g
e
r on
the opposite
e
nd
of the
t
a
ble
f
r
om G
ra
d
y
.
H
e stood
a
little ov
e
r six
fee
t,
with
b
r
o
a
d
should
er
s
a
nd
wh
a
t
c
ould
on
l
y
be
a
mus
c
ul
a
r
c
h
e
st
b
y
the
w
a
y
he
st
re
t
c
h
e
d
the
solid
bl
ac
k T
-
shi
r
t
he wo
re
.
Th
a
t
wide
c
h
e
st
t
a
p
ere
d
do
w
n
to
a n
arr
ow w
a
ist
f
ollow
e
d
b
y
a
t
i
g
ht
a
ss
th
a
t
inst
a
nt
l
y
c
a
u
g
ht
Pe
y
t
on
’
s
a
tt
e
ntion
wh
e
n he
w
a
lk
e
d
b
y
h
e
r
on his
w
a
y
to G
ra
d
y
’
s t
a
bl
e
.
Of
c
ou
r
s
e
,
she
h
a
dn
’
t
miss
e
d
out
on
t
he
fr
ont
vi
e
w
a
t
a
ll.
His j
ea
ns w
er
e
wo
r
n
in
a
ll
the
r
i
g
h
t
pl
ace
s,
a
nd
if
th
a
t
n
e
a
r
ly white
p
a
t
c
h
a
t
his
g
r
oin
w
a
s
a
n
y
indi
c
a
tion,
he
would
be
hung
like
a
ho
r
s
e
.
J
ust
h
e
r
kind of
m
a
n.
I
t
took
e
ff
o
r
t
to
d
r
a
g
h
e
r
g
a
z
e
a
w
a
y
f
r
om
the
h
a
n
dsome
st
ra
ng
er
. His
long bl
ac
k
h
a
ir pull
e
d b
ac
k
a
t
the
n
a
pe
of
this
n
ec
k
a
dd
e
d
int
r
i
g
u
e to
those
e
qu
a
l
l
y
b
l
ac
k
e
y
e
s.
The
cr
oo
k
e
d
nose
di
d
n
’
t
subt
rac
t
fr
om
his
r
ugg
e
d
g
ood
looks
one bit.
M
a
y
be the t
a
ts
h
e
l
p
e
d
to
g
ive him
th
a
t n
a
u
g
h
t
y look
a
bout
him.
Pe
y
ton
w
a
sn
’
t
su
re
,
but
she
n
ee
d
e
d
to
stop st
ar
ing
like
a
ra
n
d
y
t
e
e
n
a
g
e
r
a
nd
g
e
t
b
ac
k to h
e
r
job.
S
id
nodd
e
d
a
t
h
e
r
wh
e
n
she
ca
ll
e
d
out
h
e
r
o
r
d
er
s
.
His
shi
n
y
,
b
a
ld h
ea
d
a
nd
the
e
arr
i
n
g
in
his
l
ef
t
ea
r
a
lw
a
y
s
r
e
mind
e
d
h
e
r
of
the
S
pic
a
nd
S
p
a
n
c
omm
erc
i
a
ls.
S
p
ea
king of
t
a
ttoos,
S
id
h
a
d
th
e
m
i
n
a
bund
a
n
c
e
a
ll
ov
e
r
his
bo
d
y
.
H
e’
d
shown
o
f
f
the
on
e
s
on
his
c
h
e
st
a
nd
b
ac
k
to
th
e
m
one
ni
g
ht
af
t
e
r
c
losing w
h
e
n
J
a
n
e
,
one
of
the
oth
e
r w
a
it
re
ss
e
s,
t
e
a
s
e
d
him
a
bout
it.
Pe
y
ton
lik
e
d
S
id.
He didn
’
t
t
a
ke
a
n
y nons
e
nse
a
nd
ra
n
the
b
a
r
like
the
busin
e
ss
it
w
a
s,
whi
c
h
w
a
s
o
n
e
of the
rea
sons she
lo
v
e
d h
e
r
job.