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I
washed
out
my
mouth
and
opened
the
door
.
"
I
’
m
sick
,
that
’
s
all
.
"
"
Do
you
want
me
to
get
rid
of
them
?
"
"
Sure
.
"
She
went
back
to
them
.
"
Look
,
fellows
,
why
don
’
t
we
go
up
to
my
place
?
"
I
hadn
’
t
expected
that
.
Tammie
had
neglected
to
pay
her
electric
bill
,
or
she
didn
’
t
want
to
,
and
they
sat
up
there
by
candlelight
.
She
had
taken
a
fifth
of
mixed
margarita
cocktails
I
had
purchased
earlier
in
the
day
up
there
with
her
.
I
sat
and
drank
alone
.
The
next
beer
stayed
down
.
I
could
hear
them
up
there
,
talking
.
Then
Tammie
’
s
brother
left
.
I
watched
him
walk
in
the
moonlight
towards
his
car
.
.
.
