"I would've shot the fucker in the crotch!" And by fucker, Debbie could only mean Eddie. Sadly, she'd shlepped this pistol around in the hopes that she'd run into Fisher, never dreaming that the wrong Fisher would become its target.
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"How the Nixons Live." Dick chewed and Pat dreamed of liquor, pills and cigarettes and the day she'd be free of the putz.
