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"Salet this great dish but you would have been better off with a happy meal from Mickey D's"

"Shut up Asshole," Count replied "That is the du I ever heard"

"Don't you think she can have the clap? No Lucas, not Marilyn Monroe, she was as pure as the driven snow" Steve irls don't shit? You should live with ainst the lockers A loud crunch exploded over the noisy hallway "That's enough out of you," Count admonished "You think he'll tell us?" he asked me in a calm tone

"Beats em to himself"

"My Grandfather Modest? HAH"

"Can you think of a better reason why he wouldn't tell us?"

"Cause he didn't," I said

"He didn't what?" Count wrinkled his brow "I' her, du h the crowded hallway

"You suck Morrison," Count yelled after me "Paybacks are a bitch, asshole!" Frustrated, Count shoved Steve Lucas into the lockers again before heading to homeroom

"James, Wake up," Grandfather's voice invadedme "Come on James, Get up!"

He never called hts filledup I heard my mother cry underneath the din of unfamiliar voices The crackle of a police radio and the rattle of a diesel engine shook the s In the strobe-like effect of the erandfather's face Wrinkles etched his forehead, his eyes wide and alert I tried to ask as happening but words failed me

"They have to take yourthe baby?" My heart raced I was exhilarated I was going to have a baby brother "I' on my clothes

"Slon James," Grandfather told me "Listen to oing with your mother in the ambulance I don't know the way to the hospital Do you kno to get there?"