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I Paused For A Light At Hamilton And Twlfth And Noticed The Nissan Was Running Rough At Idle. Two Blocks Later It Backfired And Stalled. I Coaxed It Into The Center Of The City. Ffft, Ffft, Ffft, Kapow! Ffft, Ffft, Ffft, Kapow! A Trans Am Pulled Up Next To Me At A Light. The Trans Am Was Filled With High School Kids. One Of Them Stuck His Head Out Of The Passenger-side Window. "hey Lady," He Said. "sounds Like You Got A Fartmobile." I Flipped Him An Italian Goodwill Gesture And Pulled The Ball Cap Low On My Forehead. (three To Get Deadly)

Morelli Beeped His Truck Unlocked. “if You’re Looking For Your Rent-a-cop, I Told Ranger You’d Be With Me This Morning.” “did He Make You Take A Blood Oath That You’d Protect Me?” “he Asked Me If I Had Adequate Health Insurance.

Bullets Are Creepy." Stephenie

The Way I See It, Life Is A Jelly Doughnut. You Don't Really Know What It's About Until You Bite Into It. And Then, Just When You Decided It's Good, You Drop A Big Glob Of Jelly On Your Best T-shirt.

I Always Know It's Sunday Because I Wake Up Feeling Apologetic. That's One Of The Cool Things About Being A Catholic . . . It's A Multifaceted Experience. If You Lose The Faith, Chances Are You'll Keep The Guilt, So It Isn't As If You've Been Skunked Altogether.