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Getting Out

Arlie

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So, there was this little kid, see, this creepy little f---er next door. Had glasses and somethin’ wrong with his foot. I don’t know, seven, maybe.

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… but June yellin’ at me, “Arlie, git over here fore some car slips on them frog guts and crashes into you.” (Pause.) I never had so much in one day in my whole life.

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