“Buckle up,” McVane said. He drove down the road until he reached an oak grove. He turned inside it and cut the engine. “I have a feeling you got loose from an institution, Chester.” “I did no such thing.” “Let’s see your identification.” “No.” “I’m sorry?” “You’re being impolite and talking to me in a hurtful way.” “I think you’re from Crazy Town, Chester. Crazy Town people have to be housed and fed and medicated. They also create shit piles of paperwork. Now get rid of the baby talk and show me your fucking ID.” “I knew people like you in the orphanage. They were bullies and loudmouths and
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