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I
pulled
away
.
Filbert
was
sitting
in
his
car
.
I
waved
to
him
as
we
drove
my
.
He
didn
’
t
wave
back
.
His
eyes
were
sad
.
It
was
just
beginning
for
him
.
"
You
know
,
"
Tammie
said
,
"
I
’
m
with
Filbert
now
.
"
I
laughed
.
It
welled
out
of
me
.
"
We
’
d
better
hurry
.
The
typer
might
be
gone
.
"
"
Why
don
’
t
you
let
Filbert
buy
the
fucking
thing
?
"
"
Look
,
if
you
don
’
t
want
to
do
it
just
stop
the
car
and
let
me
out
!
"
I
stopped
the
car
and
opened
the
door
.
"
Listen
,
you
son
-
of
-
a
-
bitch
,
you
told
me
you
’
d
buy
that
typer
!
If
you
don
’
t
,
I
’
m
going
to
start
screaming
and
breaking
your
windows
!
"
"
All
right
.
The
typer
is
yours
.
"
We
drove
to
the
place
.
The
typer
was
still
there
.
