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- With a straight-pin, Pete picked at a small green flake inside the nacho-cheese filled remote control, for Cuck’s Bar and Grill’s no-so, wide-screen TV. Mentally, he clearly spoke a sentence, (I wish I could get that piece of Jalapeno to move.)
- Louise and BJ sat in a booth, across from where Pete sat behind the bar.
- Louise handed BJ a red-wrapped box. "Here. Merry Christmas, it’s a present. Don’t use it until you’re all healed... down there." Louise pointed toward BJ’s lap.
- "Thanks. I didn’t get you anything."
- "That’s okay, I didn’t get you anything either." Louise pointed to the box. "It was for my secret lover. He dumped me tonight... I took it back."
- "You mean Dr. Wilcox?" BJ ripped at the red-wrapping.
- "Does everybody know we were secret lovers?"
- "I think so." BJ opened the box and pulled out a small bottle, he looked at the label. "I can’t read this."
- Louise said, "It’s mint-flavored body-massage oil. Ever use it?"
- "No."
- "Do you want to?"
- BJ shook his head. "Can’t. The girl I dumped tonight is on a plane to England, I don’t think I’ll never see her again."
- "How did you get her to leave the country? I wish I could get Canon would do that."
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- Dr. Canon Wilcox’s wife Lenore, was being electrocuted in her new Jacuzzi, in her new bathroom, in her new house, in Bordeaux, France.
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- In two hours, Dr. Canon Wilcox would get a long-distance phone call. Six hours after the call, he would be on a plane to France. He wouldn’t be happy, but he wouldn’t be very sad either.
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- Louise would get a call from Canon as he was flying to France. She would have mixed feelings. A little sad and a little ashamed that she didn’t feel sadder.
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- In a few days BJ would have an opportunity to use the oil. The opportunity would free him from the guilt he felt about his relationship with his second cousin.
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- Pete hooked the green flake of Jalapeno with the straight pin, then slowly pulled it out of the remote control. Pete was happy.
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- At Lenore Cox’s funeral, Petrie Dubois, her interior decorator, would actually cry tears, but he wouldn’t send many flowers to the funeral.
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- That's the latest from Sanonte, or Sanity
- G, December 29, 2007