Come on come on come on—burn! “What’s taking so long? You sure you set the timer right?” “I know how to do it, don’t I?” “It’s been fifteen minutes already.” “I set it for twenty. I just wanted to be sure we had enough time.” “Shit. Fifteen was all we needed. What’s the matter with you?” “You know what the matter is. I just don’t think we should be doing this again so soon.” “Why not? You like it as much as I do.” “I’ve got a bad feeling, that’s all. So soon after . . . Manuel.” Burn, damn you, burn! “We had to kill him. We didn’t have any choice.” “I know, but God, I can still see his face. It makes me sick.” “Everything makes you sick. Here, smoke a joint, get calmed down.” “I don’t want one right now.” “It’s better when you’re high, you know that.” “I’ll just take a hit off yours. . . .” “No. Fire up your own.” Small flame, hot, bright, but gone too quick. “Doesn’t it bother you? A little?” “What?”
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