"THE TRUTH ABOUT ROCKS"
LW waltzed in and found me staring. “Is it broken?” She picked up the cell and lowered her reading glasses, hovered. “Hnn. The numbers are smeared out. What happened?”
The blue sweatshirt again. “You know how this happened, don’t you? It was right after Carson disappeared, and I was left to dispose of all his junk. His family didn’t do anything to help. Remember how I filled a 20-yard dumpster with his crap?” I said. “My back hurt for days.” If I had gone by the book, all that stuff would still be there. “I could have waited longer to dispose of Van’s things I suppose. I was kind of on a roll.” Not like I had a coach. Russ wasn’t there yelling from the sidelines like he did when I’d power stack my opponent into the mat. Careful John, his neck, watch his neck. Time seemed to pass so quickly; I may have lost track of what I was doing. Got a little carried away.
“Yeah, I know,” she said. “Just don’t spend a lot of time worrying about this. You won’t lose." She snapped the phone shut. "I mean you can’t afford to lose, can you?”
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