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“BETSY, I KNOW YOU KNOW where he is.”
“I ain’t tellin’ you nothin’. You ruined his pretty face!”
“You and I both know his face wasn’t that pretty.”
“Ray, youse a dirty fighter and a turd. I love him!”
“I have it on pretty good authority that Benny couldn’t give one flying f**k about you, Bets.”
“Gave me this flashlight. It’s blue!” She waved the broken, muddy thing at Ray before shoving it back into her shirt.
“Where is he?”
“Check my butthole,” she cackled with a wide grin.
While trying to spend time with Ernie, Ray had been regaled with hours of horribly detailed stories about the kinds of things that Benny did with Betsy after the sun went down. The thought of it, coupled with her grotesque mass and pungent smell, regurgitated bile from his empty stomach into his t
