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  • “Shawn-fuck’nnnn-Walllace,” Paul said with a gagging drawl that tugged his words back into his throat. Dragica leaned towards the table and mimicked his performance with the bill.

    Who was Shawn-Wallace anyway? Paul knew he had a last name and Wallace wasn’t it. Shawn-Wallace was actually a double barreled first name, but that’s the only thing that Paul knew about him. On the nights he spent with Dragica, she would be the one that would go down to meet Shawn-Wallace, and Paul would sometimes see her out the window, getting into a cream colored, newer Cadillac that she reported back to Paul on several occasions that the interior of it was filthy.
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