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Wedding Guest (Part V)
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He drag and dip strolled in, looking like a gypsy biker who just stepped out of a Frankie and Johnny Meets Stagger-Lee flick, the saloon doors swayin' behind him like a band of butterflies. His opioid shipment to Mars had sailed, his blade unblooded. Mad described Froth-At-The-Mouth dawgs, he was feeling worse than Darth at the end of A New Beginning aka A New Hope. She was out again attractin', ropin', and brandin' strays. There were laws. Lo-Rider laws.
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It was a duel akin to who got there first; her smirk slowly turning serious inside the this gun's for hire Paldinesque scenario. The glass polisher drifted to the end of the bar where he could reach the clee-shayed sawed-off. Regulars was a relative concept. The walls sweated cuz the anachronism from the 60's cowpoke tv series got to her before all black leather and chains. The barkeep made a decision: Sell the watering hole and lay on the lam low in Detroit.
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Lady A
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TO BE CONTINUED
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