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❛ Shut up about last night! I killed a kid last night. He couldn't have been more than eighteen, and I killed him. How'd you like to live with that? ❜
𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 �...
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CHAPTER ii. ❛ I'M NEVER NICE. WANT A COOKIE? ❜
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𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐌𝐄under the street light at the corner of Pickett and Sutton, and since we got there early, we had time to go over to the drugstore in the shopping center and goof around.
We bought Cokes and blew the straws at the waitress, and walked around eyeing things that were lying out in the open until the manager got wise to us and suggested we leave. He was too late, though; Dally walked out with two packages of Kools under his jacket.
Then we went across the street and down Sutton a little way to The Dingo. There are lots of drive-ins in town—the Socs go to The Way Out and to Rusty's, and the greasers go to The Dingo and to Jay's. The Dingo is a pretty rough hangout; there's always a fight going on there and once a girl got shot.
We walked around talking to all the greasers and hoods we knew, leaning in car windows or hopping into the back seats, and getting in on who was running away, and who was in jail, and who was going with who, and who could whip who, and who stole what and when and why.
