<Put your fat ass in the shower> I say and it comes out scary weak. I huck back some snot and do a do over. <No kid is gonna take candy from a stank ass freak.>

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I dont look at Robbie when I say it. Dont look at anything. All I look at is the back a my eyelids but the problem with being a human person is you cant close your ears no matter how bad you want and clear as hell I hear Robbie lean over and fart and pick up the deodorant and mouthwash and cologne and shuffle his footsteps real slow across the room, thump thoomp, and through the McDonald trash, crinkle crunkle, and into the bathroom where the shower starts firing in spurts like it does, like a cut throat bleeding out, split splat sploot.

Music

Music

House stinks like eggs cuz the waters bad on Yellow Street. Robbies outta the shower and shining like a whale cuz a the Total Body Hair Removal. His tats are on full display. Hes got a Jesus cross on his arm and a mean mongoose on his back and what looks like a push lawnmower high up on his leg though I guess that cant be right. None a them are inked with skill and all a them are uglied up with pimples.

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I wish I could quit looking. Not cuz Robbies blubber butt revolts me but cuz hes sick. Fat boys sick as hell. First time he puked it went on so epic me and Midget went in there to get a look and both a us gots our minds blown. There was a whole mountain a McDonald in that toilet. Cant believe a mammal put that much food down in the first place. Robbies got a bad DT tremble and hes holding the towel rack so he dont fall. Hes pale as hell. Even his lips are pale. Me and Midge hurried our asses out a there but not before I peeped the shower. Looks like fast food soup. Lettuce and tomato and meat clogging the drain so bad the waters just floating there pink.

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Second and third time Robbie puked we didnt go look.

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Midgets the one that spots trick or treaters first. Little sister taps the window real hyper till I come see. Theres no mistaking it. Its a momma and two sons dressed like smurfs or blueberries or something else blue. Right now theyre strolling the other side a Yellow Street but theyll be circling to our turf soon enough. Its five thirty. Already late. Too late to be thinking about changing the plan. I pound me some yoga breaths like Miss Poole taught and clear my mind of all the junk up there cuz, look, when you lose your yoga mind? Thats when things go rough. I pick up the Walgreen bags. Simple. I go in the kitchen. Real simple. Be the monk.

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