Preview of Something"So yeah. Do you think she likes me?" asked the young Bostonite, who put his bat behind his head so it's resting on his shoulders. "Yo, hard hat dida ya hear me?" The short Texan looked up from his gun. He has grease all over his face and clothing; he then put his hand on his helmet and starting rubbing his head. "What were ya'll saying boy?" He then got back to work."Geeeez. Your no better then that fat, bald, bastard.""Boy watch yer mouth." Scout sighs."Anyway I was telling you about this girl from back home, who would always pick on me. So I asked you if you think she likes me ""I don't know pardner, she might, and I mean wo
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Tell me, Dr. Freeman, if you can. You have destroyed so much. What is it, exactly, that you have created? Can you name even one thing? I thought not.