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“It Was Her!”

           

           "No,youneverdid,"hetoldLloyd."FewmeneverreturnfromthefabledWagon,butthosewhodocomewithafearfultaletotell.Whenyoujumpon,itseemslikethebrightest,cleanestWagonyoueversaw,withten-footwheelstokeepthebedofithighoutofthegutterwhereallthedrunksarelayingaroundwiththeirbrownbagsandtheirThunderbirdandtheirGranddadFlash’sPopskullBourbon.You’reawayfromallthepeoplewhothrowyounastylooksandtellyoutocleanupyouractorgoputitoninanothertown.Fromthegutter,that’sthefinest-lookinWagonyoueversaw,Lloydmyboy.Allhungwithbuntingandabrassbandinfrontandthreemajorettestoeachside,twirlingtheirbatonsandflashingtheirpantiesatyou.Man,yougottogetonthatWagonandawayfromthejuicersthatarestrainingcannedheatandsmellingtheirownpuketogethighagainandpokingalongthegutterforbuttswithhalfaninchleftbelowthefilter."

           Hedrainedtwomoreimaginarydrinksandtossedtheglassesbackoverhisshoulder.Hecouldalmosthearthemsmashingonthefloor.Andgoddamifhewasn’tstartingtofeelhigh.ItwastheExcedrin.

           "Soyouclimbup,"hetoldLloyd."andain’tyougladtobethere.MyGodyes,that’saffirmative.ThatWagonisthebiggestandbestfloatinthewholeparade,andeverybodyisliningthestreetsandclappingandcheeringandwaving,allforyou.Exceptforthewinospassedoutinthegutter.

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