“You wanna know the worst part?” he asked, looking up at me like some
sexy confused child. “We ain’t even do nothin! She accusess me of cheatin and all we do is hang.” He looked forward into the blank t.v. screen as if watching something intensely, “If I’m gonna be accused of cheatin, I at least ought to be enjoyin it, you know?” he asked, taking another swig of beer, looking as if he was really considering the idea.
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