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Cody grabs another beer from the refrigerator. Armed with a fresh pack of smokes, he heads back outside, tossing the cellophane wrapper onto the battered recliner in the living room. It misses, ending up on the floor with all the other pieces of litter that never make it into the trash. The cheap end table next to the recliner displays a well-worn copy of the Bible, Gideon version. Cody picked it up at the swap meet, bargaining the seller down to fifty cents. He keeps it around in case his parole officer shows up. Hawking a ball of phlegm into the dead bushes, he resumes his post on the front step.
It’s just another summer evening in Shitty Acres.
Although Cody’s never been interested in religion, his “I found Jesus!” shtick went over like gangbusters with the parole board. He shou
