When I asked what he did, he just said he pushed paper across his desk.
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Mentoring, he said it was. Printed up pamphlets and fliers and kept talking away, mostly to the young men around here who got nothing in their future ’cept the next beer, chick, or bong.
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“Why is that relevant?” “I don’t know that it’s not, so that means it’s relevant.”
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“There’s something that somebody said that didn’t make sense.” “Like what?” “I don’t know. But it’s like grit in your barrel. It’s throwing everything off.”
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The front door was locked. Robie took out her pick tools and it no longer was.
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Robie was most comfortable doing inherently dangerous things. It was only the normalcy of life that tended to bother him.
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“I’m gonna see you dead, asshole!” “I think you got that backwards,” replied Robie.

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