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"
No
idea
.
I
got
a
message
from
my
boss
saying
he
needs
me
down
there
.
"
"
What
do
you
do
?
"
"
I
’
m
an
errand
boy
.
"
She
smiled
.
"
Well
,
"
she
said
,
"
you
aren
’
t
Mafia
,
not
looking
like
that
and
driving
that
piece
of
shit
.
Why
does
your
car
smell
like
bananas
,
anyway
?
"
He
shrugged
,
carried
on
eating
.
Sam
narrowed
her
eyes
.
"
Maybe
you
’
re
a
banana
smuggler
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
haven
’
t
asked
me
what
I
do
yet
.
"
"
I
figure
you
’
re
at
school
.
"
"
UW
Madison
.
"
"
Where
you
are
undoubtedly
studying
art
history
,
women
’
s
studies
,
and
probably
casting
your
own
bronzes
.
And
you
probably
work
in
a
coffee
house
to
help
cover
the
rent
.
"
She
put
down
her
fork
,
nostrils
flaring
,
eyes
wide
.
"
How
the
fuck
did
you
do
that
?
"
