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[wotcher]

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[cwords]

Some guys like something soft to grab on to. Love handles, they call them.

( it's not billy if it's not Deflection. )

Jerk off, he says. You want me to stain our only pair of good sheets on my own?

You'd have a fit.

[milkpunch]

Our sheets?

[cwords]

Our sheets, sure.
Me, Frenchie, the kid, you...

Ain't like we're swimming in bedding here.

Next time, I'll find us a safehouse with 1,600 thread count pillow cases, turndown service, and little chocolates left on the nightstand each evening.

[milkpunch]

Wow, your conscientiousness astounds and impresses me. I'm convinced. Face down, ass up, I'll be there in 20.

[cwords]

Can we make that ten? I've got a place to be in twenty.

You won't need to use all ten minutes to get your end done.
If I recall.

[milkpunch]

Sure, sweetcheeks, I'll be there in ten.

[ He will not, he will be downstairs listening to Otis Redding and gluing tiny little window bars into the tiny little window of a haunted bookshop. ]

[cwords]

( he doesn't doubt it, but sometimes being irritating gets him the things he wants. it's a healthy, normal tactic.

stop playing barbies and pay attention to him. )

That Al Green?

[milkpunch]

[ The pregnancy of this pause. ]

You know that it is not.

[cwords]

( you'd think billy knocked it up himself. )

No?

One of Sam Cooke's, then?

[milkpunch]

How many times did I play this album when we were on the road? You can't even pull some racist ass "they all sound the same" bullshit either, I played this one on request for you.