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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 245 of 307 "Well, I'm walking the other direction. He has no idea where she is. Anyway, he wants all of us now." "Turn around Nephi. Turn around and just take him out. Put him down. Shoot him." "You got the wrong man, Steve. I can't do it. He's people. Some of them are none too likeable but people is people." "You're pathetic. Your job is to keep Sariah safe. There's only one threat to her. He's right behind you and he knows you won't kill him first because you called him and told him you were a pussy. Do you think he will think twice when the time comes and he's sawing off your head with a butter knife and wearing your skin?" The night was everywhere. This was the city that had inspired so much excellent poetry from Ginsberg, Keroac, Corso and Ferlinghetti. This City was poetry. Short city trees. Victorians. Staired porches. Cats sitting quietly outside front doors waiting for someone to let them back inside. I didn't want to think about the maniac behind me. Were there really people who could just turn around and kill? "Kill him. Kill him Nephi. No one will blame you." "If he jumps at me or attacks me, I might defend myself but I am not turning around like Clint Eastwood in The Good, The Bad and The Ugly and just shooting someone down in cold blood. |
