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?The hell you are, you got a nosebleed! C?mon over here by the towels,? ordered the T-shirted
trucker, one sleeve rolled up to hold a pack of cigarettes?C?mon, put your head back while I get
some cold water on your schnozLoosen up and lean against the wallThere, that?s better; we?ll
stop this sucker in a moment or two The short man reached up and gently pressed the wet paper
towels across Panov?s face while holding the back of his neck, and every few seconds checking the
flow of blood from Mo?s nostrils?There y?are, buddy, it?s damned near stoppedJust breathe
through your mouth, deep breaths, you got me? Head tilted, okay??
?Thank you,? said Panov, holding the towels and amazed that a nosebleed could be stopped so
quickly
?Don?t thank me, I bashed you real black and white chanel purse one by mistake,? answered the trucker, relieving himself?Feel
better now?? he asked, zipping up his trousers And against the advice of his dear deceased mother, Mo decided to take advantage
of the moment and forgo righteousness?But I should explain that it was my mistake, not yours
?Waddaya mean?? asked the trucker, washing his hands
?Frankly, I was hiding behind the door looking at a woman I?m trying to get away from?if that
makes sense to you
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Panov?s personal medic laughed as he dried his hands?Whose sense wouldn?t it make? It?s the
story of mankind, pal! They getcha in their clutches and whammo, they whine and you don?t know
what to do, they scream and you?re at their feetNow me, I got it differentI married a vintage cartier watch for sale real
Eur?pean, you know? She don?t speak so good English, but she?s gratefulGreat with the kids,
great with me, and I still get excited when I see herNot like these fuckin? princesses over here
?That?s an extremely interesting, even visceral, statement,? said the psychiatrist
?It?s who??
?NothingI still want to get out of here without her seeing me leaveI have some money??
?Hold the money, who is she??
Both men went to the door and Panov pulled it back a few inches?She?s the one over there, the
blonde? who keeps looking in this direction and at the front doorShe?s getting very agitated??
?Holy shit,? interrupted the short trucker?That?s the Bronk?s wife! She?s way off course
?Off course? The Bronk??
?He trucks the eastern routes, not theseWhat the hell is she chanel inspired handbags doing here??
?I think she?s trying to avoid him
?Yeah,? agreed Mo?s companion?I heard she?s been messing around and don?t charge no
money
?Do you know her??
?Hell, yeahI been to a couple of their barbecuesHe makes a hell of a sauce
?I have to get out of hereAs I told you, I have some money??
?So you told me and we?ll discuss it later
?Where??
?In my truckIt?s a red semi with white stripes, like the flagIt?s parked out front, on the right
Get around the cab and stay out of sight
?She?ll see me leaveI?m goin? over and give her a big surpriseI?ll tell her all the CBs are hummin?
and the Bronk is headin? south to the Carolinas?at least that?s what I heard
?How can I ever repay you??
?Probably with some of that money you keep talkin? aboutThe Bronk?s
an prada made in china animal and I?m a born-again Christian The short trucker swung back the door, nearly shoving
Panov back into the wall againMo watched as his conspiratorial colleague approached the booth,
his conspiratorial arms extended as the trucker embraced an old friend and started talking rapidly;
the woman?s eyes were attentive?she was mesmerizedPanov rushed out of the men?s room,
through the diner?s entrance and toward the huge red-and-white-striped truckHe crouched
breathlessly behind the cab, his chest pounding, and waited
Suddenly, the Bronk?s wife came racing out of the diner, her platinum hair rising grotesquely in
the air behind her as she ran to her bright red automobileShe climbed inside and in seconds the
engine roared; she continued north as Mo watched, coco chanel jewelry astonished |
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