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We was hot. Jimmy wanted to take some bottles we'd scrounged up outta' the trash cans in the alley up to Mrs. Rashure's little store on the corner. All we wanted to do was cash 'em in and get a cold Coke. But no...who was standin' on the front porch of the store but the president and vice-president of The Skulls.
There was gonna' be a fight, I just knew it, and we was gonna' lose.