With three of us, it didn't take long to explode most of his head like a melon thrown against a wall. Happy that I wasn't driving directly east. Ma petite and I were touching when it happened, not intimately, but the contact was important. Besides, if Bert ever suspected that I was that bothered by it, he'd use it against me.
Nothing too serious, and all of it involving too many drinks and not enough common sense. He was shaking his head. If you gave me a choice of covering anything, that would be it. Drowning in Jason's blood.
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