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    Cabin Saints: The Gala

    ”No.”

    ”What about Jackie Brown?”

    ”No.”

    ”Can I beat up like Chris Brown?”

    ”Hell no, ”she says before rushing out of the door.

    ”If I ever get put on death row for my last meal I’m going to request your pus———,” Goldie yells after her only to be cut off by another woman standing in line.

    ”Sir, my child is standing here, ”another woman says covering her daughters ears.

    Kit quickly pumped her gas got in her car and headed to Max house. On the way she questioned just what in the hell she did to deserve Goldie coming into her life. Seven minutes later she pulled up in front of Max house she got out of the car walking towards his door and rang the doorbell. After ringing the doorbell for a third time Max opened the door dressed and ready to go.

    ”Hey Kit, ”the happiness he felt seeing her was short lived as Kit brushed by him not saying a word walking towards his kitchen.

    ”Kit……….Kit what’s wrong, ”he calls after her.

    ”Max you wouldn’t believe me if I told you!”

    ”What happened and what are you looking for, ”he says observing Kit opening all the cabinets.

    ”Max, where is your alcohol!?”

    ”In the bottom………….wait Kit what the hell you don’t drink what are you doing?” By this time Kit had found a Vodka bottle and poured her a shot.

    ”Kit!”

    ”Max, don’t judge me!”

    ”Kit, you have been sober for like 9 years you can’t relapse now!”

    ”Okay, remember when I text you that I was stopping to get gas, ”she says while pouring another shot.

    ”Yeah.”

    ”Well yeah I ran into somebody……someone who just from hearing there voice makes my asshole itch.”

    ”Kit nooooooooooooooooo tell me you didn’t just see—————-.”

    ”Goldie, ”she says only to have Max join her in a drink.

    ”The gold mouthed bridge troll oh Kit I’m sorry!”

    ”Hell, I am too it’s like every time I see him I feel like how I do when I take a shit and the toilet water splashes me……………….gross! I can’t believe I gave up my goodies to that creature from the Black Lagoon!

    ”When you put it like that he does sound gross.”

    ”Hold up Max what is this, ”she asked seeing a bunch of plastic bottles, beakers, and chemicals laying on the adjacent counter top.

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