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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 84 "Okay, I'll hurry. But I'll treasure this moment all-" "Come on! You know where babies come from!" "Perhaps in another age, in another world--" "Sure Mister C. we'll be Martians. Now are you up for this? Will you or will you not give me that--" "Okay but wow what a relationship. Daisy I was just thinking about this song, I guess you'd call it an oldie, the Shirells, and they sing Tell me now, and I won't ask again: Will you still love me tomorrow? "Omigod?" "Huh?" "My bodyguard!" At the window. Four tulip heads. Clicking, palatal sounds, those characters, the 10,000 year-old faces, crescent blades waving, the splintering of the door--"Hey--my deposit!"--the ropey smell on them: "HASHASHEEN!" Assassins, he realized. The classic death. Yet where was the pleasure--if the killers had come a moment later, they would have had to pull the two of them apart like dogs. And you could see that Daisy was equally upset. |
