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She
is
not
going
to
start
keeping
her
junk
in
this
house
.
"
But
Pumpkin
,
"
Marla
says
,
"
I
do
n't
have
a
freezer
at
the
hotel
,
and
you
said
I
could
.
"
No
,
I
did
not
.
The
last
thing
I
want
is
Marla
moving
in
,
one
piece
of
crap
at
a
time
.
Marla
has
her
Federal
Express
package
ripped
open
on
the
kitchen
table
,
and
she
lifts
something
white
out
of
the
Styrofoam
packing
peanuts
and
shakes
this
white
thing
in
my
face
.
"
This
is
not
crap
,
"
she
says
.
"
This
is
my
mother
you
're
talking
about
so
just
fuck
off
.
"
What
Marla
lifts
out
of
the
package
,
it
's
one
of
those
sandwich
bags
of
white
stuff
that
Tyler
rendered
for
tallow
to
make
soap
.
"
Things
would
've
been
worse
,
"
Tyler
says
,
"
if
you
'd
accidentally
eaten
what
was
in
one
of
those
sandwich
bags
.
If
you
'd
got
up
in
the
middle
of
the
night
sometime
,
and
squeezed
out
the
white
goo
and
added
California
onion
soup
mix
and
eaten
it
as
a
dip
with
potato
chips
.
Or
broccoli
.
"
More
than
anything
in
the
world
right
then
,
while
Marla
and
I
were
standing
in
the
kitchen
,
I
did
n't
want
Marla
to
open
the
freezer
.
I
asked
,
what
was
she
going
to
do
with
the
white
stuff
?
"
Paris
lips
,
"
Marla
said
.
"
As
you
get
older
,
your
lips
pull
inside
your
mouth
.
I
'm
saving
for
a
collagen
lip
injection
.
I
have
almost
thirty
pounds
of
collagen
in
your
freezer
.
"
