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until I can save up enough

for a little place. Food. Diapers.”

I smile. “Miscellaneous.”

Yeah, well, if you ever need help

hooking up with that, give me

a buzz. You know where to find me.

All the Way to Stockton

And it was right here,

practically under my

nose (ha-ha) all the time?

As I start out the door,

the slot machine freak lights

a cigarette. Now, I haven’t

indulged that habit in quite

a while either. I quit when I

was pregnant—figured I

was eighty-sixing one bad habit,

why not lose that one too?

But meth and nicotine buddy up

real fine. The smell of fresh-

lit tobacco sucks me right up

tight against Slot Man.

“Could I bum one of those?”

I’m flat out of cash at

the moment, and still under

eighteen. Grady might

stroke me by pretending

he doesn’t know my age,

but the cameras are rolling

and stings for selling booze

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