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           OrSalmonTimbale. 

           Iaskedthedoctorwherecouldwegetourhandsonsomeofthesehepatitisbugs,andhe’sdrunkenoughtolaugh. 

           Everythinggoestothemedicalwastedump,hesays. 

           Andhelaughs. 

           Everything. 

           Themedicalwastedumpsoundslikehittingbottom. 

           Onehandontheelevatorcontrol,IaskTylerifhe’sready.ThescaronthebackofmyhandisswollenredandglossyasapairoflipsintheexactshapeofTyler’skiss. 

           "Onesecond,"Tylersays. 

           ThetomatosoupmuststillbehotbecausethecrookedthingTylertucksbackinhispantsisboiledpinkasajumboprawn.