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. Dryer! Driffer!"
The driver's voice clicked on over the intercom.
"Almost there, sir. We're coming up on their drive now."
Big D reached for the bottle and then thought better of
it. He needed to be sober. Wasting all that gunk on the
girl had been a mistake. Taking a plastic ziploc from
between the seat cushions, he made a little pile of white
powder in his left paw, held it to his nose and inhaled.
After the tears stopped running from his eyes, he wiped
a few drops of blood and put a ball of tissue into his
nostril. "Good enough," he said, remarkably clearly. One
thick finger pressed a button on the phone. After the phone
dialed, a voice came from the speaker. "Karl," it said.
"Karl, this is Big D. Are you all set up?"
"Yes, and two of the guests have already arrived," the
voice responded.
"Damn, they're early," Big D fumed, "show them some
tapes, Maybe one with Lisa in it. We don't have any with
the boy, yet, but.. Also, did you bring the other
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