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'That's how we got wet. We went after her. Me and Doug.' |
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'But you didn't get her, did you.' |
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'Doug tried to kill me. Then we figured it'd be a good idea to come back inside and nail the gals.' |
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'Great. She's probably long gone by now.' |
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'She lied about the fucking keys,' Buddy muttered. |
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'We still gonna go after Lisa?' |
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'You bet. We'll take the bikes. But we gotta take care of Maureen first.' |
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'Let me, OK? It's only fair. You got Sheila.' |
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Then they entered the kitchen. Lou's heart pounded, his mouth went dry and heat surged through him when he saw Doug with Cyndi. Breathless, he limped toward them. But Buddy grabbed his arm. |
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'Stay put,' Buddy said. 'Doug, cut it out. Come on, we got business.' |
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Doug paid no attention, kept wallowing. |
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Buddy stepped closer, slipped on the bloody floor and almost went down. But he caught his balance in time. He kicked Doug in the hip. |
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'Hey!' Doug looked back over his shoulder, scowling. |
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'Let's go!' Buddy snapped. |
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'You dorks let Maureen get away. Now, come on!' |
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Shaking his head, Doug pushed himself up. His hands flew out from under him. He splashed down on Cyndi and laughed until Buddy grabbed the back of |
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