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Bode removed it from his wallet and showed Chub what hed done the night before opening the plastic foil with a razor and folding the Lotto ticket inside the rolled-up condom. Chub returned the gun to his pants and slid back to the passenger side. beach to beacon Thats pretty slick, I gotta admit. ani difranco steals another mans rubbers. Steals every other damn thing, but not that. Exactly, Bode said. As soon as his heart stopped skipping, he put the truck in gear and eased back on the turnpike. Chub watched him in a beach to beacon neutral but not entirely innocuous way. He said: You understand what coulda ani difranco That we wouldnt be partners no more if I blowed your brains all over this truck and took the Lotto stub for mself. Bode nodded tightly. Until now it hadnt occurred that Chub beach to beacon might rip him off. Obviously it was something to think about. He said, Its gonna work out fine. topshop nyc see. OK, said Chub. He opened a beer: warm and fizzy. He closed his eyes and sucked down half the can. He wanted to trust Bode Gazzer beach to beacon but it wasnt always easy. Negro, for Gods sake. Whyd he keep on with that word It troub.
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