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Clearly it came back to you sooner. We’re not five minutes on the road, up the interstate into the night once more, before I think you catch the scent of this gang. I already dislike your brother, and I can tell you do too by the way you move to the back of the bus without a second thought.

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Two of the girls seated ahead of us hear and turn to watch, leaning over the seat with toothy girly smiles. Your brother is still boring us about how Stalin never killed anyone by the time I hit virgin territory in your throat. I feel you gag, a heavy nasal choking as you try to exhale around me.

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