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I-24 to Hell
“Come on, man, let’s go,” Robert said from the side of his mouth.
“Why? What’s goin’ on?” I asked as I wiped the spit off with the arm of my shirt.
“I broke the fuckin’ toilet,” he said switching to the other side so he wouldn’t spit on...