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"
I
told
her
I
’
d
pay
the
back
rent
but
she
said
,
’
We
want
you
out
of
here
,
Tammie
!
’
"
"
You
can
’
t
let
the
rent
go
too
long
.
"
"
Listen
,
I
have
the
money
.
I
just
don
’
t
like
to
pay
.
"
Tammie
was
completely
contrary
in
her
ways
.
Her
car
wasn
’
t
registered
,
the
license
plate
tabs
had
long
ago
expired
,
and
she
drove
without
a
driver
’
s
license
.
She
left
her
car
parked
for
days
in
yellow
zones
,
red
zones
,
white
zones
,
reserved
parking
lots
.
.
.
When
the
police
stopped
her
drunk
or
high
or
without
her
i
.
d
.
,
she
talked
to
them
,
and
they
always
let
her
go
.
She
tore
up
the
parking
tickets
whenever
she
got
them
.
"
I
’
ll
get
the
owner
’
s
phone
number
.
"
(
We
had
an
absentee
landlord
.
)
"
They
can
’
t
kick
my
ass
out
of
here
.
Do
you
have
his
phone
number
?
"
"
No
.
"
Just
then
Irv
,
who
owned
a
whorehouse
,
and
who
also
acted
as
bouncer
at
the
local
massage
parlor
walked
by
.
Irv
was
6
foot
3
and
on
ATD
.
He
also
had
a
better
mind
than
the
first
3
,
000
people
you
’
d
pass
on
the
street
.
Tammie
ran
out
:
"
Irv
!
Irv
!
"
He
stopped
and
turned
.
Tammie
swung
her
breasts
at
him
.
"
Irv
,
do
you
have
the
owner
’
s
phone
number
?
"
