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

"Well, it's tempting."

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

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.

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

Chub exerted himself to make a sneer. "You muss be some kind a nigger-lover."

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.

Chub exerted himself to make a sneer. "You muss be some kind a nigger-lover."

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!"

"Whatcha gone do with all that lottery money, nigger?"

"Good question," the woman said.

Yep. Definitely the colonel.

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

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

"Well, it's tempting."

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

"-and you're about the dumbest, smelliest critter I ever saw," the woman said matter-of-factly.

"You gone kill me, girl?" Chub asked.

"Just a beginner," the white man said.

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.

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

"Well, it's tempting."

"Whatcha gone do with all that lottery money, nigger?"

"Well, it's tempting."

"Try to clean this messy gunshot and stop your bleeding."

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