' 'Thank Christ. Listen to me and boost me . He took a sleeping bag and slid into it up to his hips when he got cold, and a book, and a Walkman. You bastard.
or perhaps even in these, to a person who hadn't seen that weasel-thing wriggling and snarling on Jonesy's bloody bed. And while Deke McCaskell had many questionable habits, chewing his nails was not one of them. The Merc dropped back past them as thePiranha swooshed ahead. Death had brushed by him on a sunny day in March, and Jonesy had no desire to call it back, even if he were dealing rather than receiving.
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