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"You ain't no doctor," Chub said to her.

"Well, I thought I'd buy me a Cadillac or two," JoLayne said, "and a giant-screen color TV."

"Good question," the woman said.

"Well, it's tempting."

"Well, it's tempting."

Craning his head, Chub saw it was attached to a striped, sand-caked body that could not possibly be his. The cock, for example, was puckered to the size of a raspberry; definitely not a millionaire's cock.

"Why can't you jes answer me straight."

"Get away from me, nigger! Get the hell away!" Chub, wild-eyed and hoarse.

"You ain't no doctor," Chub said to her.

Had to be a nightmare is all, a freak-out from the boat glue. That must be how come the nigger girl looks 'zackly like the one they'd robbed upstate, the one clawed the shit outta us with those hellacious electric-looking fingernails.

"You heard the man." It was the white guy, holding the Remington. "He wants to bleed out. You heard him, JoLayne."

"You ain't no doctor," Chub said to her.

Chub was too weak to hit her. He wasn't even a hundred percent sure he'd heard it right. Delirium slurred his senses.

"Just a beginner," the white man said.

"You ain't no doctor," Chub said to her.

Another agitated voice. Sounded like Bode Gazzer. "For God's sake, Chub, shut up! She's only trying to save your life, you stupid fuck!"

The last thing Chub heard before blacking out was Bodean Gazzer bellowing: "Hey, I changed my mind! You kin let him die! Go 'head and let the asshole die!"

The white guy's face appeared over the woman's shoulder. He whistled and said, "Hey, sport, what happened to your eye?"

The white guy's face appeared over the woman's shoulder. He whistled and said, "Hey, sport, what happened to your eye?"

"Why can't you jes answer me straight."

"No, but I work in a doctor's office. An animal doctor-"

"What're you gone do to me, if I might ast?"

"Don't you talk down to me."

Craning his head, Chub saw it was attached to a striped, sand-caked body that could not possibly be his. The cock, for example, was puckered to the size of a raspberry; definitely not a millionaire's cock.

"Jesus Willy Christ!"

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