Fly parts crinkle loud when she bends over. Where the McDonald bag was she finds my dragon throwing disc with the grim reaper scythes. She gives that stainless steel beauty a careful close inspection. Nobodys ever held my ninja stars but me. I dont know, it weirds me out. I have to admit, though, Dag holds it proper like shes been taking ninja lessons on the sly longside her piano and tap and flute. The big difference is her folks didnt choose this particular skill. Dag chose it herself.

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She scratches Gwendolyns dry blood off the dragon like shes pondering the true meaning of that tragic event. Meantime Im criticizing my punk ass cuz I shoulda scraped off that blood myself. Or scrubbed it in the back a Robbies toilet. Or chucked the whole lethal weapon down the dang sewer instead of just dropping it careless on Robbies floor. Then if Dag wanted a sharp deadly object shed have to go select a Ginsu knife.

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Dag throws me and Midget a look and it blinds me so bad I wish I had Barack Obama to hide in. Girlfriends red glitter fly eyes are bright as hell. Her human eyes are glittering too. Its like shes a wolf. Like shes a ocean. Like shes fire. No loser ass behavioral problem crybaby like mes got any business getting in the way a that wild bright light.

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She tucks the dragon disc in her right hand and with her left hand reaches out. I start sweating. Its almost November, right? And the heat company shut off Robbies service forever ago, right? Still my sweat comes bubbling. But this is the second time I mistaked the same thing. Its not me Dags reaching for. Dags holding her hand out for Midge. Half a me feels relief so much I think Im gonna cry. Crying is all my bitch ass does anymore anyway. Other half a me feels mournful though cuz little sister is my sister and if its come to this, I guess I failed being a brother.

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