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July 6, 2005

The Eschatologist: Debtors Walkabout

"He's gone, mate."

"What do you mean gone? Where the fuck is Quinn, Jimmy? Where's my money?"

"Honest, I swear he's fucking out, mate! No lie! Out in the bush. Muttered something about the goddammed Dreamtime."

Yancy raised his hand and struck the younger boy across the face. Behind him, Yancy's two thugs chuckled under their breath.

"Both of you fuckers shut the fuck up, too, and let me think a minute." Yancy could see his own ass going down 6 feet if he failed to deliver up Quinn to his boss...

"Alright, Jimmy. Let's go. Time for a walkabout."

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