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October 5, 2007

Ted: Boondocks

The pirouge putted up to rickety, fog shrouded dock in the glow of a sunrise yet to come. Mama Elzbet wern't 'specting nobody, but she didn't bother dressing. You come up on an old woman down here on her own patch, you best be ready for a sight or a fight. She grabbed her shotgun and pushed aside the alligator hide she used for a door.

"Ya'll got need of a fix-it man, ma'am?" asked the darkie at the tiller.

She looked round her shack, at the reefer she grew out back, then shot the man in the face.

"Nope."

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