“Pull over,” I say. My hourglass is filling with sand. I lick my lips. “I have to get out of this truck.”
Duze unsubtly accelerates. He swings into the left-hand lane.
“We’re up on Columbus now. But I’m telling ya’ we gots to head north. I need your help with my dog, man. My girlfrined ain’t gonna let me have that dog back lessun I have a buddy with me, someone she can trust. Not to mention if there’s another man there. That’s just like her. It doesn’t take her twenty-four hours before her legs are back up in the air. That bitch. That cold-hearted whore. She never appreciated my music neither.”
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