'We were like Elvis's security blanket. We knew his language, his feelings, his need. And we knew his eyes. Those Eyes showed it all. And they could change in a split second.
If his feeling were hurt, he expected you to hurt just like he did. And we did. We went to the movies one night, and an old woman was so rude to him, and oh, God, I wanted to kill her. I just couldn't stand for him to be hurt. And she hurt him so bad.
She was trying to get a car out of him. She figured he gave away all these cars, so she should have one.'
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