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"You heard the man." It was the white guy, holding the Remington. "He wants to bleed out. You heard him, JoLayne."

"No, but I work in a doctor's office. An animal doctor-"

"Well, it's tempting."

Yep. Definitely the colonel.

"You heard the man." It was the white guy, holding the Remington. "He wants to bleed out. You heard him, JoLayne."

Chub exerted himself to make a sneer. "You muss be some kind a nigger-lover."

"You gone kill me, girl?" Chub asked.

"You gone kill me, girl?" Chub asked.

"You heard the man." It was the white guy, holding the Remington. "He wants to bleed out. You heard him, JoLayne."

"Just a beginner," the white man said.

"Whatcha gone do with all that lottery money, nigger?"

"You heard the man." It was the white guy, holding the Remington. "He wants to bleed out. You heard him, JoLayne."

"-and you're about the dumbest, smelliest critter I ever saw," the woman said matter-of-factly.

Craning his head, Chub saw it was attached to a striped, sand-caked body that could not possibly be his. The cock, for example, was puckered to the size of a raspberry; definitely not a millionaire's cock.

"Good question," the woman said.

Had to be a nightmare is all, a freak-out from the boat glue. That must be how come the nigger girl looks 'zackly like the one they'd robbed upstate, the one clawed the shit outta us with those hellacious electric-looking fingernails.

"Why can't you jes answer me straight."

"Whatcha gone do with all that lottery money, nigger?"

"Try to clean this messy gunshot and stop your bleeding."

Another agitated voice. Sounded like Bode Gazzer. "For God's sake, Chub, shut up! She's only trying to save your life, you stupid fuck!"

Had to be a nightmare is all, a freak-out from the boat glue. That must be how come the nigger girl looks 'zackly like the one they'd robbed upstate, the one clawed the shit outta us with those hellacious electric-looking fingernails.

Yep. Definitely the colonel.

JoLayne Lucks couldn't do it.

"You ain't no doctor," Chub said to her.

Craning his head, Chub saw it was attached to a striped, sand-caked body that could not possibly be his. The cock, for example, was puckered to the size of a raspberry; definitely not a millionaire's cock.

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