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Post by wednesdays on Aug 12, 2010 21:22:42 GMT -5
I didn't say "your welcome" for it because I was just doing it to keep his ass functional and opperational so we could finish this mission. I shrugged, though, to let him know I heard him and sunk back into the cold, red leather booth, a pout forming on my face as I watched the other man eat himself fat. I would probably have to go another day without food unless he left something for me, which I doubted he would or should do. "Yeah I'll go ask the cheif, waitress and cashier if she can find some coffee under that counter as well." I snapped, standing to my feet and walking away again toward the counter. I noticed that she wasn't there this time I came up, neither was her magazine, but there was a coffee maker right next to the soda machine. I scoffed slightly in dissbelief and strode over to it, glancing around behind and beside me for any new activity and scanning for the fat lady to come back. If this wasn't free for all to help themselves to, she was sure to charge me extra for trying to help myself. I bit my lip and finally focused on the coffee maker, boiling hot liquide that smelled killer fucking good. I clicked the button for it to drain some and held a cup underneith it, looking back at Tuesday over my shoulder. "You want black, colored, or do you want to doctor it yourself?" I asked, turning back to the now full cup and taking it out of under the despenser. It was then I saw the "breakfest crackers" sitting there uneaten on the refressment counter. Sure they were just another condiment but they were a fuckin' good condiment. I remember the last time I had them I O.Ded so bad I was sick for three days, but as soon as I could get anything to set in my stomach without pucking it up, I was back to eating them. I can't recall where I was when this happened, but they only sell these kinds of-heavenly-crackers at Danny's or some older groceries store called Hanaford. My mouth watered like a spring and I reached for the large, neat stack of them. FINALLY! I screamed in my mind, But right at that same moment three cars drove up outside, filled with loud whooping men all hanging out the sides of their trucks. No.... fucking.... way...... I stopped everything I was doing and turned to face the window, seeing the faces of that wreathed gang I had fought off so determinedly for hours. My throat went dry and my voice wasn't responding to my commands for it to speak. I swiped up some of the coffee cream and sugar packages, strode back over to Tuesday and put the coffee down for him. "I hope your fucking happy with yourself you stupid son of a bitch! Now, we are stuck here with no way out but to fight." I hissed in his face, my stored bitterness toward him coming in handy once again. This was all his fault.
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Post by tuesday on Aug 13, 2010 9:01:12 GMT -5
I glanced up at him and shrugged grabbing the coffee cup and ripping the top off of the sugar pack-it, I poured it and along with the creamer and then I mixed it all together, "Those people sound like a couple bunch of assholes." I said looking at Wednesday. I could hear the bell ringing on the door as they all walked in, task, task.
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Post by wednesdays on Aug 13, 2010 10:17:20 GMT -5
I was confused and pondering rather to sit my ass down and pretend I didn't see them when they walked in the door but that might put me in more danger because I wouldn't be ready and standing to fight back. They were all so happy and so loud, it reminded me part of the reason why I hated them so much. His bitch chick was hot but his friends were not so much, all of them were covered in chains and Gothic clothes. Most of them didn't wear tops and all of them were ripped with muscles the size of freakin' Texas. I decided finally to just stand there when one of them caught sight of me and slapped his friend to get his attention. "Heeeeey, looky here! Look at who has some crawling back! The old mutt!" He said, laughing hysterically while leaning over his pal's shoulder. A smile spread on my face and I shrugged simply, acting like I owned the place and I wasn't afraid. "Yeah, you know I was in the neighborhood and I wanted to just swing by and see how you all were doin'." I said back, taking a step forward and leaning on the table Tuesday was sitting at, drinking is coffee like nothing was happening. Just as I assumed, he was going to let me do everything. He already looked like he was clearing up and I knew he could probably fight. Still, as much as I would love the back-up I also didn't want to drag a half dead, beaten man out of here. He was already bad off but he would be much worse if these dudes got a hold of him. AGH, WHAT AM I THINKING?! He is a bitch anyhow, I really don't care either way. "Oh rly? Well just a second, alright?" The punk said, turning and yelling over his shoulder, "BOSS!" I gulped and felt my hand, involuntarily reach down toward my pants, as the much larger Ex-pro-boxer stepped into his favorite dinner, his face empty of emotion but when he saw me it became twisted with hate. "YOU! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DONG BACK HERE?! I thought I told you never to come back, you fucking worm!" He hollered at me. His body was huge, all his muscles could be seen working even when he was just speaking he was so ripped. He wore a pair of dark black pants and military boots, tied all the way to the top and a thick ammo belt around his grossly large torso. "I was just coming to get something to eat..." I answered as innocently as possible sweat starting to form on my brow. My heart rate began to speed up as he walked closer to me with a evil smile on his face. "And I was uhm.. looking to check up on you." I added, in a very weak voice. His shadow covered me and his face burned down on mine, I tried to keep straight and unmoving when I felt like running for my life. It wasn't just him I was worried about, there was his baddies all around/behind him as well, all just waiting to back him up and kill me to death. "You can't be here alone, not after what happened last time." He said, his breath heavy just from saying so few words from his massive weight. I chuckled nervously and leaned backward clapping my hands together like it was a joke. "Aww, but you know I work alone, Clifford, Always." "Yeah, well then who is this other bitch here with the blonde hair?" He asked, pointing at Tuesday. I threw Tuesday a glance then turned back to Clifford. "He's nobody. I don't even know the guy...." I lied. Surprisingly he wasn't completely stupid and he called my bluff. "Yeah, well the waitress, Betty, said that you brought him in with you when you came, and everybody else in Townstead knows this is MY DINNER!" He yelled, punching the table next to him and breaking it is half. I didn't flinch at his actions, I merely smiled and stayed quiet. "I'll kill the sickly man too!" He bellowed looking a offal lot like the green Hulk from those comics in his proud cheering. I stepped in front of Tuesday and shook my head at Clifford. "I think you want me more, he is just about to leave anyhow." I said in his defense. "You are really gonna pay this time, first you came here without permission, fuck my baby, escape, THEN COME BACK AND EAT AT MY DINNER WITH A FRIEND!!" I nodded at his observation and scratched the back of my head bordly. Despite my attempt to calm myself I could sense the anger heating up between us and my heart-rate just continued rising and rising, like I had just been running a marathon for four or five days. I took in a sharp painful breath and half closed my eyes, my hands shaking with excitement as the fluids in my body rushed and spewed about, preparing for what was immanently to come. "That pretty much sums it up, Clifford. Nicely done, you remembered all of that. Good for you." I teased, laughing some. He growled at me and shoved me backward, all the way off my feet, to the cold floor. I regained balance quickly when I stood and shook my finger at him. "Naughty! You don't want to start a fight, big guy and embarrass yourself again like last time I showed up. As you may also recall I beat the shit out of you." I said, but he ignored my warnings and came rushing at me, screaming like a mad man for his men to attack me. All his punks following him, whooping it up in pleasure to get another chance to kick my ass. "Your funeral." was all I said before I kicked the first one in the jaw, knocking him out and grabbing the other ending his consciousness with a head-butt. The rest flooded over me and all I could do was try and stay in a formation and dish out at least three or four kicks/punches to each of them. Nothing fancy. After these attacks, most of his pals were on the floor screaming in pain and holding their wounds, blood spilling from between their teeth and choking them in their throats. My body began to take over and my mind almost shut down. I can't remember much of what happened in the first few minutes of the brawl because things were moving so fast but it was a bad ass fight. When things slowed down I was thrown through a window, finally (( I love windows )), and Clifford climbed out after me. I rolled over on my stomach and narrowly dodged a heel kick to my forehead. With eternal, legendary strength of a Week I launched a quick handstand and wrapped my legs around his neck before landing on the ground behind him, dragging him with me, head first. Once he hit the ground I got off him as fast as possible, making for our car where my two knives, Bonny and Clyde where waiting for me. Mans best friend were his weapons. But before I reached the door handle Clifford was up and grabbing the back of my shirt and pants. He lifted me up in the air over his head, and threw me back down, landing on top of the car, denting the roof in and breaking the glass out of the back windows. I groan and spit out blood, jumping off the roof as fast as possible before Clifford could slam his huge fists into my stomach. "Whoa, SHIT! This car was a rental!" I yelled, pulling on my hair some in a panic. "Do you have any idea how much this will cost to repair and then pay for?" Of course Clifford didn't answer me he just ran around the car and wrapped me in a bear-hug, squeezing the very life out of me. A raspy scream ripped from my throat as my rips began to crack and bend against each other. Tears filled my eyes as I fought the pain and expanded my body by filling it with as much air I could manage. I used all my strength to push my arms out against his to allow me more room to breathe then finally slip free. I landed at his feet on the ground, not wasting a moment to recover and tackled his legs, taking hold of one and elbowing it at the knee, breaking it backward. Clifford howled in pain and bit my other arm I had tucked under his neck. With how fat it was it was just about at the same height as his mouth anyhow. I yelped in surprise and tried to get free, but he had shockingly sharp teeth and refused to release my arm. I stood up as far as I could, the sleeve of my shirt and the flesh on my arm shredding and ripped under the strain, and kicked him repeatedly in the face. His nose bled oozing blackish blood and one of his teeth came out, but his grip didn't let up. I cried out and frantically looked around for some form of escape from this dudes' bear-trap jaws. Finally I squeezed my eyes shut and jumped up into the air, ripping part of my skin and shirt off but I slammed both my feet down onto his face with a loud satisfying CRACK! Clifford went limp as did I, in pain, I collapsed on the concrete utterly exhausted from all the trauma I had just experienced in such a short time.
(( The fight ain't over yet so don't worry. ))
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Post by tuesday on Aug 13, 2010 10:49:37 GMT -5
I slipped on my coffee as I saw Wednesday fly out the window, he didn't do too bad. He was better than I thought he was, I looked back down at my food and finished up the eggs wiping the gravy off the plate and finishing that too, I grabbed a napkin and pat my face down. A man stood up with some of his teeth missing he pulled a gun from his belt and pointed it at the wounded Week, before he could shoot the gun I kicked his knee in and as he was falling toward the ground howling in pain I had knocked the gun out of his hand and he fell right on the front of it, it went right back through his throat.
My coffee didn't even spill the slightest bit, I kept drinking then noticed the little bit of blood on my shoes. I bent down and wiped it off and started on the burned toast.
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Post by wednesdays on Aug 13, 2010 11:44:56 GMT -5
I heard noise from inside and struggled to my feet. I saw Tuesday appeared alright and was still sipping is coffee like nothing happened at all. I limped back inside through the door, the bell ringing above my head annoyingly. I growing and glared up at it, wanting to rip it down and shove it down someone's throat. My body calmed some now that I felt safe and victorious and shockingly I bearly felt the wound on my arm or rips. It was like I had never been hurt at all, but that was normal for a week. Most of us could heal three times faster then a ordinary humans, and our energy was neverending. It was a fountian of epic.
"You alright?" I asked Tuesday while I made my way back over to those crackers, which were still magicly there waiting even after that distructive fight. I smiled and reached for them, but once again my hand never reached it before a arm went around my neck and hoisted me up in the air off my feet. "I told you, you were gonna die, B-bitch." Hissed Clliford's deep voice in my ear as he squeezed my neck tighter. I coughed and gagged when he rammed my stomach up against the condiment desk. My stomach lurched and I cried out in pain, my body was already pushing it's limits right now by keeping me stable and on my feet, but now I was being choked again and I wouldn't last as long this time as the last time. I was too weak. I tried in vain to elbow, punch at him or anything, but he didn't have any hair to pull and he was holding me just out of reach. I grunted in frustration and surrendered for the moment. Clliford just laughed against my head, his blood scented breath hot on me, causing me to shiver in disqust. "You know why you won't be coming back around? Because you won't ever be leaving." he said, grabbing a plastic knife from the ben and ripping the wrapper off with the teeth he had left. "And you won't be fucking my baby again, either." He held the, rather lame, but still painful, knife against me and pressed down with the force of a mack-truck. I kicked him in the leg again to try and get free before it was too late, but it wasn't hard enough and it only made him more angry. He screamed and slammed me into the desk again before he picked me up by my hair and belt and lifted me up on it, almost knocking the crackers off the edge to be crushed under is big feet. My eyes widened as time slowed down from it's extremely fast pace. I leaned my head straight back and watched them shake and nearly tumble but I steadied myself in time and they stayed put. I sighed in relief and took in a sharp wheezy breath then I smiled at Clifford a thick raspy laugh riddling from my throat. He looked confused as to why I was so happy when I was about to have my cock cut off. "What's so funny?" he demanded, punching me in the stomach with all his might. I gagged and puked over the side of the table all I had eaten that was still in my system, which was very little and that was very painful but I kept laughing. Louder and louder. "STOP LAUGHING" He screamed in my face, holding me still by my dark hair. I opened my eyes and smiled right at him, wrapped my fingers around the still boiling coffee pot and broke it over his head. He stumbled backward as I swung off the counter, faster then one could even see, kicked him in the groin, when he doubled over I used his bent knee as a step-ladder and slammed my now, even highted, head into his. Blood leaked from both our skulls as he feel over flat backward. Instead of letting him be this time, I took no chances and swooped up a gun on the floor from one of the wounded pals and shot Clifford's begging form in the face until the gun clicked and the clip was empty.
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Post by tuesday on Aug 13, 2010 12:04:12 GMT -5
The coffee was gone I placed it down on the table and looked at him, "You done?" I asked as I reached in my pocket and pulled a pack of cigarettes out, I grabbed one and popped it in lighting it and smoking. My nose had stopped bleeding and my eye sight was coming back-that was good. The place was ruined pictures of random things falling off the walls pulling the wallpaper with it, shame. I rubbed my head some and let the smoke crawl from my lips and into the air, crossing my leg and I leaned back in the booth more and relaxing some. This time the cigarette helped get rid of stress letting my body just stink into the feeling and try to get my mind back on the mission and on getting out of here. I stood and slipped my hand over my back pocket and grabbed my wallet, I threw a twenty on the table for the women that worked here, after all she was probably gonna get fired but what the fuck right?
I put my wallet back and walked pulled the coat on more still feeling the shivers-they would be gone soon. I looked around until my eyes were set on Wednesday, "You look like shit." I said with a small smile as I put my shades on.
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Post by wednesdays on Aug 13, 2010 12:25:03 GMT -5
I laughed a bit and dropped the gun, walking back over to the desk and picking up the whole stack of crackers, stuffing the ones I couldn't carry into my back pockets and striding absent-mindfully past Tuesday. "I'm sure..." I muttered, "I'm just gonna wait in the car..." was all I said before opening the door to the diner and stepping outside. The bell rang again. I cringed at the sound and tromped off, opening the diver-side door and climbing in, relaxing back into the softer seat. My body ached and shook in pain, my lip was bleeding in three places, my head was busted open in multiple places, and my rips burned with pain as did my lungs every time I took in air. My hunger had withered away in the fight and now I just felt like shit. I needed a smoke. I rubbed my eyes roughly and sniffed, wiping the new flowing and slightly crusted blood from my nose off. It wouldn't last long. I cleared my throat and waited for Tuesday to stop fiddling around in the dinner so we could get back on the road and forget this all ever happened. I loved to kill, it was something that made me feel like I was in the right place spiritually... Whatever the fuck that means. Like I was doing my duty and making everyone proud...Doing what my ancestors have done all the years to keep the peace and balance to life.... but when you dangle so close to death so many times odds are you get tired of it quickly and though I am young still with my whole assassin life ahead of me.... I already felt old and beaten. I was raised into this life from the age of five and never once have a tried anything else. This is me.... and I guess that only worries me when I am in the final act and finishing the job. But fuck it! FUCK IT, those men were assholes and they deserved to die by my hand! I am a fucking week and I am never going to change. I mean seriously why would I? I smiled and bit my lip to keep from laughing like a maniac, feeling so proud of myself for defeating them all so thoroughly and walked away like it was nothing. It was nothing. This job is nothing... It's fuck easy.
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Post by tuesday on Aug 13, 2010 14:20:08 GMT -5
I follow after grabbing a water bottle and opening the door, the wind was pretty slow blowing both my coats all around the place. I walk around the car and throw my cigarette off and hop in, I push the coat tails out of the way when I sat strap myself in. I set the water bottle down, "Ready when you are, fuck face." I said wrapping my arms around myself and slowly rock back and forth trying to warm up. I look over at him and blink slightly at his laughing then away again, I stop rocking and hold still hoping he would shut the hell up and drive. I watched as two girls walked into the dinner and started screaming, one of them almost fainted but the other caught her and laid her down on the booth, the women glanced around trying to find who did this, she did not however, know he was sitting right next to me.
Her bra-strap was slightly falling off and I couldn't help but stare, I look at Wednesday, "Let's get out of here." I said and push the shades on my nose up more and lean on the door some.
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Post by wednesdays on Aug 13, 2010 14:32:46 GMT -5
I saw that Tuesday saw the women and laughed some more, starting the car up and backing it out of the parking space. It was almost strange to see him actually act like a man, and have those feelings like a man does. Sure I wasn't positive he was thinking what he looked like he was thinking, but I have ways of knowing these things without having to actually KNOW these things. The glass from the broken windows fell off fully as we drove away, leaving that ruined dinner and those two women alone in the night along this lonely straight in Townstead. "You sure you don't want to get her number? Make out? Maybe visit the bathroom together?" I mused elbowing Tuesday playfully and giggling some. If he wanted to I would have no problem with training around and letting get some relief... plus I would get to see something not everyone gets to see. Tuesday, the biggest ass in basically, the universe, fucking a strange lady because he needed some pussy.
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Post by tuesday on Aug 13, 2010 15:21:34 GMT -5
I glare at him and shake my head, "No. I'd rather keep going. That can wait." I said looking back out the window and sighing some. It had been a while since I had sex yet I couldn't worry about it, the mission was all that mattered. I kept the coat around me as tight as I could-hoping to warm up faster, some parts of me were warming up but others weren't. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I hate this, I fucking hate this. I hate thinking these thing when I'm on a fucking mission! Fuck! Grey get ahold of yourself and try to get your mind of what matters. I thought and closed my eyes. "So...what are we gonna do about the car?" I asked and looked at Wednesday.
Get your mind off it. Stop thinking of it. Later. Later. Not right now. Talk. I thought and relaxed some still looking at him waiting for him to say something, although he probably would be a little bitch and tell me something that wouldn't fucking help.
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Post by wednesdays on Aug 13, 2010 15:44:04 GMT -5
I nodded at his answer, knowing that he was just in denial. I drove silently until he spoke again, my head starting to hurt now that things were catching up to me. I let my bitten arm hang limply in my lap while the other hand was on the steering wheel.
"I'm really not sure yet, I am surprised it is running so well now after what it went through, but thankfully the dumbass threw me on the back of it, not the front so it will probably be fine the more I think about it." I stated profoundly. -- A WHILE LATER, STILL ON THE ROAD--
A sign on the side of the road caught my eye, it said something about the oil mines. That worried me. I have heard from different travelers that there are open pot-holes in the street on the straight in different placed around the old oil refiners from where the underground springs collapsed and caved. In fact, part of the reason why so few used this straight aside from the lack of life and high food/gas prices, was because of the dangers on the road and off it all along the way. I sighed a very broken heavy sigh, and rubbed my eyes more, starting to feel tired and hurt more now then then. My Adrenalin was wearing off and I wasn't sure I knew how to tell something that weakening to Tuesday without him belittling me. I liked to keep my pride and I loved to show off all the stupid awesome things I could do, and being a whiny pussy was not one of them. I lifted my chin up higher and just started at the road, watching everything and giving myself little games to play in my head so I would stay active. My body, though, had other plans. After I was wounded, no matter when, I would always be tired and need to rest so my skin and bones could form back over and re-heal. Shit... this would just have to happen right now when we are about to go through oil country.
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Post by tuesday on Aug 13, 2010 16:02:14 GMT -5
I watched the side of the road seeing the sign and I knew this couldn't be good. I remember what this place looked like before the war-I came down this way actually but it had all changed, hell everything had changed 'perhaps for the better' as much as people wanna believe that doesn't mean its true, its not for the better our county is suffering yet people just say 'oh well just keep going even if we are locked down and have no freedom.' tons of rape and murder happen everyday. It did before now its just worse because no one has any law, its fucking shit. That's why I like being what I am, helping the people even if its just a little.
I sighed and laid my head back and looking out the window still-thinking about this shit made me angry that there was only so much I could do. I didn't really care for the people-I cared for their children that are having to live in such a perverted lifestyle, I close my eyes again and try to keep them closed even over the horrible bumps in the road.
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Post by wednesdays on Aug 14, 2010 10:40:19 GMT -5
I could tell that Tuesday was thinking about something drastic and complicated, probably about the country and it's current situation, because he always looked like he was trying to stop thinking about it. "What's on your mind?" I asked, trying to talk to him so I wouldn't feel so tired anymore. Whenever you feel bad just start a conversation and all your problems will clear up sooner or later. Also, it was nice to bother him when he I knew he didn't want to be. I slowed the car down some as we started to go over a thicker amount of pot-holes, that sense that danger was approaching began creeping up inside me. My soul cried for me to just stop and wait for the daylight, but we couldn't waste a second, after we pulled off like we did in Townstead for Tuesday to eat and then all that time it took me to beat the shit out of Clifford and his gang. A shudder crawled down me causing me to let out a slight yelp and smile, pretending it was nothing or just me being hyper. It was a second nature for Week's to sense things that were coming good or bad, it helped them survive through the worst predicaments and I wondered if Tuesday felt what I did right now, or was I just more mutated then him?
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Post by tuesday on Aug 14, 2010 14:09:39 GMT -5
There was something unsettling that was for sure what exactly I couldn't tell but I didn't like the feeling and it was growing larger-the look on Wednesday's face I could tell he was sensing the same. Perhaps that is why he looked like he bit into a lemon without thinking. I opened my eyes and glanced at him, "The mission." I lied. People told me I was a very good lair if it was true or not I had no idea, the road started looking even darker now so many more turns and hills and pot-holes. There were a lot of broken, dead, burned cars all over and for once I was happy I wasn't at the hem.
In fact I felt kind of sorry for the bastard-who was driving, it was almost funny, well maybe not. I was in the car too and if he flew off the road for anything I also could die. I notice the way he was bowing his head a little. Was he tired? I sit up more and hold the coat on better, "You tired, fuck face?" I asked turning my head to look at him.
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Post by wednesdays on Aug 14, 2010 14:40:28 GMT -5
I didn't buy his shit for a second, but as the road grew darker I became more drawn into focusing on the road not the conversation. "Yeah, I'm tired and weirded out. Dude this is getting creepy." I said, my voice breaking some because of all the bumps. I tried to keep myself calm and cheerful, thinking about hot babes and summer beaches with a ice cold beer and smoke, but something dangerous was getting closer and closer. All my senses commanded I halt and defend from whatever evil was fast-coming, but I pushed through them, telling myself it was all in my head. There was the road in front then suddenly there was nothing at all, everything went back all around the car. Like the lights had shut off, though they didn't because I checked and they were still on full blast. I slammed the brakes when this accrued and looked at Tuesday. "What the fuck is going on?" I screamed, panicking like a, trying not to be, woman does in the horror movies when she stands behind the man who is doing all the dirty work she is sickened by. "I think we got hit by some kind of smoke cloud or tar! I can't see a fucking thing out there and the windshield wipers won't work!" I added, frustrated and confused as to what was going on here. I gestured and scooted back in my seat as I showed Tuesday plainly that the switch to the wipers had absolutely no effect whatsoever. "Maybe we should get out and see..." I suggested wearily. "Do we have a flashlight?"
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