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Nothing second best for Cactus Jack Bonner- Flub got to his feet. God, something stinks. Did you pass gas, brother Clint? Smells tike a fucking sewer in here, I gotta agree. He followed Flub to the door. Flub said, Worse than dog dung. Yuch! At the door he More Page More Page Long Island Ducks said, Im betting youd fuck a b 50 bomber

for five bucks, Doc. What do you think, Clint? Clint said, I believe Id pity the poor damned pig. Bonner retrieved a money clip from his jacket and peeled off a five-dollar bill and tossed it on the carpet. He More Page More Page Long Island Ducks followed Flub through the door and they were gone. FLUB Bonner turned on 1918 flu epidemic

Kaypro, slipped in two floppies, called up the menu, typed B:BULLSHIT.MSS in front of the cursor, and tapped the return key. The light-green cursor blinked silently, a traffic signal saying start, now, write. More Page More Page Long Island Ducks Flub said, The thing is, we have to sound like the old fart. Put ourselves in his boots. orbital bone

what hed say. So we have to think. Why would he admit that he has a bastard son? That has to be answered. Were dealing with Cactus Jack More Page More Page Long Island Ducks now. A lot of men would worry about something like that, but for the life of me, I cant imagine Jack doing this. Lets delicious chocolate cake

it. Clint Bonner sprawled in the leather chair with one long, denim-clad leg flopped over the arm. He thought of himself More Page More Page Long Island Ducks as a Clint in the manner of Eastwood-a tough-ass Texas billionaire. He lit a thin black cigar-these were as close as he could come to the evil little numbers Yul pig flu

smoked in The Magnificent Seven-and blew three small perfect rings of sweet smoke. Guilty conscience, Flub More Page More Page Long Island Ducks said. The broad-shouldered Flub was the steadier of the two brothers, a shrewd competitor. His real name was Norbert, which he hated, but he got his nickname playing Pop Warner football. Once, after he had unaccountably delicious chocolate cake

the ball in the open field, he had told More Page More Page Long Island Ducks Cactus Jack that he had simply flubbed. There was no other explanation. From then on he was Flub Bonner. We could accuse him of having a conscience. Thatd croak the old fucker. Clint grinned sardonically and regarded his sweet, black cigar. Clint and b 50 bomber

enjoyed scheming, an More Page More Page Long Island Ducks inheritance from their father they hadnt fully been able to exercise owing to the provisions of his will. I dont see that we have to worry a whole lot. Who in helld think wed pull Jacks plug so we could give away a half-billion bucks? Shit, More Page More Page Long Island Ducks Clint, wed have to pig flu

off our nut. If we dont fight the provision, who will? Flub opened the folder that contained Lucien Salvants autobiography. Would you just look at the poop on this poor son of a bitch. Pathetic bastard. He sailed the record of More Page More Page Long Island Ducks Salvants life across the room to his brother. Clint leafed through lost season 5 episode 15

autobiography. He shook his head. Jesu.

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