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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 iii. ❛ WHO IS IT? THE FBI? ❜
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𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐒 that Cherry and Marcia didn't have a way to get home. Two-Bit gallantly offered to walk them home—the west side of town was only about twenty miles away—but they wanted to call their parents and have them come and get them. Two-Bit finally talked them into letting us drive them home in his car. I think they were still half-scared of us. They were getting over it, though, as we walked to Two-Bit's house to pick up the car.
It seemed funny to me that Socs—if these girls were any example—were just like us. They liked the Beatles and thought Elvis Presley was out, and we thought the Beatles were rank and that Elvis was tuff, but that seemed the only difference to me. Of course greasy girls would have acted a lot tougher, but there was a basic sameness. I thought 38maybe it was money that separated us.
