donut day
And somehow they did get out, navigating onward through the turgid hellhole of west Kendall toward Snapper Creek, Cutler Ridge, Homestead until finally the highway delivered them, more or less sane, to Florida City. They glowered at the blighted dreck of mini-marts and fast-food donut day pits until escaping on Card Sound maytag refrigerators bounded only by scrub and wetlands, and aiming the prow of the Buick toward North Key Largo; both men breathing easier, Twilly humming and Skink even tapping his boots to the music, when You see that Twilly stiffened donut day at the wheel. See what That black Firebird ahead. What about it, maytag refrigerators said. But of course he had seen what Twilly had seen: a beer bottle fly out the front passengers window, spooking a great blue heron off the canal bank. Asshole, Twilly muttered, knuckles donut day tightening on the wheel. Another airborne beer bottle, this time from the drivers side. Skink counted four bobbing sickles high school yearbook inside the Firebird two couples, launching a festive vacation. They looked young. The car was a rental. Unbelievable, Twilly said. No, its not, Skink thought dismally. More, donut day more, more ... The next item of litter from the Firebird was a plastic go-cup, followed by a lighted cigarette butt, which skittered mediafire the crackling dry grass along the shoulder of the road. Skink swore. Twilly hit the brakes, threw the station wagon into donut day reverse and backed up to the spot where the cigarette had.
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