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Dancy
wailed
again
.
Then
she
screamed
,
"
I
HATE
YOU
!
"
Tammie
followed
me
and
we
got
into
the
Volks
.
I
started
the
engine
.
She
opened
the
door
and
was
gone
.
"
I
HAVE
TO
GET
SOMETHING
OUT
OF
MY
CAR
!
"
Tammie
ran
over
to
the
Camaro
.
"
Oh
shit
,
I
locked
it
and
I
don
’
t
have
the
key
for
the
door
!
Do
you
have
a
coat
hanger
?
"
"
No
,
"
I
screamed
,
"
I
don
’
t
have
a
coat
hanger
!
"
"
Be
right
back
!
"
Tammie
ran
back
to
her
mother
’
s
apartment
.
I
heard
the
door
open
.
Dancy
wailed
and
shouted
.
Then
I
heard
the
door
slam
and
Tammie
returned
with
a
coat
hanger
.
She
went
to
the
Camaro
and
jimmied
the
door
.
I
walked
over
to
her
car
.
Tammie
had
climbed
into
the
back
seat
and
was
going
through
that
incredible
mess
-
clothing
,
paper
bags
,
paper
cups
,
newspapers
,
beer
bottles
,
empty
cartons
-
piled
in
there
.
Then
she
found
it
:
her
camera
,
the
Polaroid
I
had
given
her
for
her
birthday
.
As
I
drove
along
,
racing
the
Volks
like
I
was
out
to
win
the
500
,
Tammie
leaned
over
.
"
You
really
love
me
,
don
’
t
you
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
