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"Where you takin' that ass of yo's?" Russell said

"Home, I live by the Cemetery"

"Yeah you do and the Cemetery be the other way," Russell pointed up Cemetery Street

"You sure?"

"Sure as Clinton is a De I wanna eat"

"Huh?"

Russell chuckled as he relit his cigar The tip glowed in the dark With the finesse of a connoisseur he exhaled into the night Cigar smoke curled skyward "It's up the hill boy"

"Yeah but, there's Lucas's Lucas's has to be close to the cemetery My house has to be that way"

"Do me this favor and trust crazy ole Russell, he knohere he's going this time" I watched him from the middle of the crosswalk as he tapped his way onto the sidewalk "You coet butterfly to pick you up?" he called, his back to me

I floundered after him We walked in silence At the old Piano factory I said," You know she blames me for his death?"

"Who blames you for whose death?" Russell asked

"Flossy bla I heard all night That's nuttier than you thinking up is down and all

"It's true," I paused The fae Street I watched the turn signal click off as she eased Saphix towards ho towards the Volkswagen "She's irl, the apple of my eye" Russell chuckled "I can't believe I still crack myself up I'm the funniest man I know Apple ofnews Shannie's break lights flashed before going dark I caught gliht before she slipped into the night