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Larry pounded the rest of the forty and started the truck. He drove up the hollow to Myrtle’s triple wide. She was home. Larry flipped the glove compartment and grabbed his rubbers.
Myrtle heard the door forced open. Milton didn’t. “Milt, someone’s here,” she whispered. Milt tightened his abs and blasted the rest of his shit and then pulled on his pants.
“If it’s Larry again I’m gonna kill him.”
“Don’t hurt him,” she said. “He just lost his brother.”
“I don’t care if eighty pounds of cat worms fell on his grand ma. If he’s trespassing, I’m gonna pump him full of holes.” He chambered the shotgun. Read more »

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