A Canticle for Frank-6

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‘’I stopped and looked up to see about a dozen very hard-looking dudes with long beards and rifles pointed right at us. Scout dropped his gun and I followed suit. In all this time, we had not spoken. Now Scout spoke out the side of his mouth, ‘Do what I do. Don’t talk, don’t ever let anyone know you are American.’ That was everything I needed to know.” At that point, we were interrupted by my friend Kool Aid and his entourage. He had won some big bucks from the gambling outfit I am a part of and stopped by to razz me about finally breaking my bank. I told him that was chicken scratch, I throw away more money than that every week so I don’t have to be bothered counting it. Talking smack is the biggest part of conversation around here. It was all good. I like Kool Aid. This guy is called Ko

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