“That’s what Mom said, but I like him. So tough shit.” “Your mother is an exceedingly wise woman. Tell me what you see from the window.” “Not much. Just a bunch of trees. The house across the street. And an old water tank above the trees. It’s completely rusted and dangerous as all fuck, but they leave it up so they can hang a star on it at Christmas. It’s like a tradition or something.” “Sounds nice, actually.” “Except the star faces the wrong way. All we get is some of the light on the side of the tank…you know, like spillover. It just makes the graffiti easier to read.” I chuckled. “Festive.” “Yeah. The rest of the town gets Bethlehem. We get ‘Roberta Blows.’” “C’mon.” “I swear. They painted it out last year, but it came right back.” “She must really blow,”
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