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rear-facing seats.
Vivian's muffled snoring became fitful snorts as she
began to thrash in Miki's sleep. Miki Fujimoto was corpulent and pale,
and Miki's chin-length hair was clumped with grease into thick
strands. The thin lips on Miki's round face were straight and
smeared with cheap red lipstick. Miki's mouth was like a slash
across the abdomen of a corpse. Inside, Miki's teeth were also
spotted with red spots of lipstick. Miki's eyes had closed
tightly, they were pasted with cheap, greasy black eyeliner.
Lisa stopped looking out the window and looked down at
her. Miki Fujimoto looked up and down the body on the floor and
wondered who Miki Fujimoto was and where Miki Fujimoto had come from. A
matchbook was clenched tightly in the bony white fingers,
and it read "TACKS Night Club" and had a lightning bolt
behind the name. Beneath, in small print, it said "The
Hottest, Biggest NightClub in DC!" It took some time before
she realized that this meant Washington DC, the capital of
the country. Lisa had gone there with Miki's parents to see
the inauguration of the new president. Oh, that was so many
months ago. Miki's heart fell as Miki Fujimoto thought wearily of the
last day of the Big D the Lizardsaur show--just before
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