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A Strange Thing Happened on the Way Back from Prison
“Goddamned college kids.” Jenny pulled away from the rifle’s scope, flipped open her mother’s flash, and took a swig.
“They’re just gonna bury it?” Carrie said.
“And what do you think all that lye is for, decoration? I swear Ma I should left you to rot in that damned cruiser.” Jenny slung the rifle over her should and motioned with a nod towards the cluster of stumbling drunks. “You still got that asshole’s badge?” She asked her mother. Carrie patted her pockets with a second’s panic and smiled when she found it, still spattered with the cop’s blood.
“Yup.”
“Good.”