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April 23, 2009

Stacy: Doing Battle

“Seriously? Pookie?”

“Yep,” the kid said. “Mister Pookie sent me, said to warn you ‘bout Doc. He’s headin’ this way.”

I tossed the kid a nickel, shooed him out. Doc was big time, the score that could get me off this circuit and set up with a patch of land. Somewhere hellandgone away from here. Somewhere you could see things coming from a long way off.

I dug through my saddlebags, found Special #12 and got ready.

The door slammed open and Doc stood there, just as fuckin’ gorgeous as I remembered.

I let my robe fall to the floor.

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