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“NOW THESE AIN’T THE usual dose, but they take the pain away same enough. What you got for me?”
Lo-man greedily grabbed the handful of Vicodin from Crispy and handed over a worn copy of the Encyclopedia Britannica, Volume B.
“Really?” Crispy looked at him.
“I ‘specially like the chapter on The Beach Boys. Informative.”
Lo-man smiled as he walked away.
Crispy sat down on the curb and opened up the book to the entry on The Beach Boys. A wad of crumpled green poked out at him.
“That’s right, mu’fucka,” he smiled, shoving the cash into his pants.
The phone above his head rang.
“Crispy here. What you want?”
“It was Benny,” Ray growled from the other side of town.
“Ray? Where the f**k you at?”
“Downtown. You have a bead on Benny’s whereabouts?”
“I ain’t his keeper.”
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