Fiction | September 01, 1981

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Kill me, man, you shitting?
Whistler leaves his desk and sits near Chan Lai Washington.  It is late in an August afternoon, and both of the boys are being kept after their 8th grade summer school class because of a prank, but now the prospect of big business temporarily cuts through the humid tedium.

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