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Karen flicked the baton and sixteen inches of chrome steel shot out of the grip. She pulled away from him and chopped the rigid shaft at his head. Kenneth hunching, letting go of her and Karen got the room she needed, and when he came at her she whipped the shaft across his head and he howled and stopped dead.
"What's wrong with you?"
"You wanted to tussle," Karen said, "we tussled." And walked out.
— Apr 07, 2018 05:00PM
"What's wrong with you?"
"You wanted to tussle," Karen said, "we tussled." And walked out.
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Foley saw himself playing out the end of his life and was quiet, watching it happen scene by scene: in Maurice's living room, a half-gallon jug of vodka on the coffee table; Foley listening to sociopaths offering their credentials, misfits trying not to sound like losers, Foley realizing, shit, here was just a little more of what his life had been.
— Apr 07, 2018 06:41PM
Joe
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Repo Man, a winner. Old Harry Dean Stanton getting the short end as usual. Fun to watch, though. This was the one, they open the trunk of the car and you see a strange glow. Like in Kiss Me Deadly, the strange glow in the case and they used it again in Pulp Fiction. He liked this kind of movie. You could think about it after, when you had nothing to do, try to figure out what the movie was about.
— Apr 07, 2018 06:07PM
Joe
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Her Dad: Would he shoot you, if he had to?
Karen: I don't know.
Her Dad: He told you he's not going back.
Karen: Yes.
Her Dad: So whose choice is it, really, if you have to shoot him?
Karen: Is that supposed to make it easier?
Her Dad: Why did you join the marshals?
Karen: Not to shoot people.
Her Dad: No, but the possibility is a fact you have to abide by. Can you do it?
— Apr 07, 2018 05:57PM
Karen: I don't know.
Her Dad: He told you he's not going back.
Karen: Yes.
Her Dad: So whose choice is it, really, if you have to shoot him?
Karen: Is that supposed to make it easier?
Her Dad: Why did you join the marshals?
Karen: Not to shoot people.
Her Dad: No, but the possibility is a fact you have to abide by. Can you do it?
Joe
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She remembered looking at herself in the bathroom mirror and coming out to say things that were so fucking stupid now, hearing herself, her tone, and remembered him saying, "Why are you mad?" And later saying, "If you get serious on me, it's over." And that's what she did, became emotional and blew it because she was thinking too much, wanting to know how it would end. She thought, Well, now you know.
— Apr 07, 2018 05:46PM
Joe
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Karen drank with friends. Alone, she might accept a drink from a guy she didn't know if he wasn't an obvious geek. She had met Carl Tillman that way. She would have learned soon enough, though, Tillman wasn't her type--even if he didn't rob banks. It was the little annoying things about him, like saying "caio" instead of so long, or the way he called her "lady" and it made her think of Kenny Rogers.
— Apr 07, 2018 05:15PM
Joe
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It would be okay to say hi, how're you doing? Oh, not too bad. They stand there talking, polite to each other. That was some experience. Yes, it was. Well, we made it. He might say something about her shooting at him and she'd say yeah, well, you know...You have time for a drink? They walk over to the beach, sit at a table and say whatever comes to mind, have another drink, talk about movies...Maybe. Why not?
— Apr 05, 2018 08:57PM
Joe
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He never thought of her in a sexual way, like picturing her naked or wondering what her bush looked like. He would remember the feel of her, though, his hand on her arm, on her thigh with her skirt pushed up. He could hear her voice, too, saying, “Why, are you famous?” Saying, “Are you kidding?” And coming out of the trunk, “You win, Jack.” That was his favorite. He played that one over and over.
— Apr 05, 2018 07:45PM
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Karen hoped she'd be able to tell about it later. The conversation in a trunk full of handcuffs and tactical gear with a bank robber escaped convict who wondered if it would be different if they'd met in a bar. Like a first date, getting to know one another. Her dad would love it. "And then what happened?"
That was a good question.
— Apr 05, 2018 05:45PM
That was a good question.
Joe
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The trunk lid came down and they were in darkness, total, not a crack or pinpoint of light showing, dead silent until the engine came to life, the car moving now, turning out of the lot to the road that went out to the highway. Karen pictured it, remembering the orange grove and a maintenance building, then farther along the road frame houses and yards where some of the prison personnel lived.
— Apr 04, 2018 11:20PM
Joe
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Karen was five-nine in the medium heels she wore with her black Chanel suit. Her marshal's star and ID were in her handbag on the seat with the court papers. Her pistol, a Sig Sauer .38, was in the trunk with her ballistic vest, her marshal's jacket, several pairs of handcuffs, leg irons with chains, an expendable baton, Mace, and a Remington pump-action shotgun.
— Apr 04, 2018 10:24PM
