Lining, outlining, and delineating. And well, deciding.
JHR jumped into the canal outside of his house.
I bitched that it was a stupid idea ‘cus of gators’ – he bitched that it was a stupid idea ‘cus the water’s flippin’ cold.’
Either way, it was a stupid idea.
Ira sucked on her cigarette, smiled, and flung it at JHR when he called her a something in Spanish.
I swear he’s going to get pneumonia.
Or a real bad canal-water-related fungus. That itches. Bad.
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