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f he'd like a Cokeit must be ninety degrees outside.'
'The one dressed like Ricardo Moltenbomb?'
'Well he's much younger than Ricardo Montalban–isn't hegirls? And better-looking …'
'Hnf' says Pam.
George leans out of her chair to catch Mom's eye. 'You're going to ask a total stranger
insidejust like that?'
'Well Georgettewe Martirians are known for our hospitality …'
'Uh-huh' snorts George. 'I didn't see many of those cheerleaders up hereafter their bus broke
down that time.'
'Well but this is different.'
All the girls except for Pam exchange lip-tightenings. George clears her throat a little.
Brad Pritchard finishes with his ass. Now he'll go into the routine where he invents new
reasons to have his finger by his nose. As I slip through the kitchen doorI catch his eyepoint to
my assthen suck my finger.
'M-om' he squeals.
Beulah Drive is spongy with heat. I wander over to a lemonade stand some kids have set up
on number twelve's driveway; they ask fifty cents for information about the reporterso I wander
backand check the red van under the Lechugas' willow. My nose flattens to the rear glass. You can
see a lunchbox behind the seatwith half a brown apple in it. Some wires on the [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]yilai:
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