The Grift Page #2

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- Yes.

Crap.

We ... cost you? another dollar.

Agreed.

Watch this guy.

Come on in here? Come on.

?Qu? Hell? Are you

as ladybug or something?

No.

- You must be a fag.

- No, I am not.

If you are a fag ...

Shut up, you f***ing b*tch. If you do not

shut up I swear you cut? face

You understand? You know?

That's good.

I will remove my hand.

You're going to keep quiet.

I am what you said before,

I'm a f***ing fag.

If you tell someone ...

- No le dir? Anyone.

- Okay.

I love the place.

If you imagine? I would say that.

That was good.

- Dessert?

- Dress myself.

- Do you mind?

- No.

Damn.

What goes where?

A New Orleans. My father be? Furious.

?Why? Is that?

To begin ... empty?

my bank account.

I would be ah? To view

expression on his face when he discovers.

Not? Happy.

No. Your problem is that

est ever? tied.

It must be your

form or in any way.

If s? Like.

- What is your dessert?

- Geneva, will you?

Because of you.

Damn, we have a dead soldier.

Wait a second.

My brother John ...

Do you two handle this place?

Could say that.

Aqu? Take this.

- Qu? Hell is this?

- It's bright moon.

You must see this.

Let me see that.

This from here? Has good b*obs.

?Qu? You know that?

Usually take things.

- A dance?

- Yes, ma'am.

- What is your name?

- Kate.

Hello, Kate. I'm Buster.

Just ignore him.

Give me the bottle.

Give me the bottle.

No need for that.

I're slowing, if made

you lose this down.

Est ?? Something happening?

?Qu? Est? Happening here?

Nothing, only becomes a

little crazy when drunk.

Can you stop?

For, stupid.

Anybody can tell me that

diablos est? happening here?

If I pay more attention to me. No

you're the only thing that John can not avoid.

He can not keep anything in place.

Except for the letters of women.

These letters are as close

to be of any woman.

Right, little Johnny?

- I warn you.

- I'm scared.

- I warn you.

- Now what?

We warn you.

?Why? Do that?

- Est? Dead?

- I think.

Crazy bastard ...

- John the mat?

- It was your fault.

My fault? Stupid motherf***er ...

Relax.

Now ...

?Qu? Diablos pas? Here?

- Ask.

- No, I'm talking to you.

We were playing and the next thing

s "is being thrown on the floor.

Idiot. How many times do I have to

not sure what to tell you to drink?

Tell him. He was the one who brought the bottle.

But you took too.

I warn the two ... shut up.

At least listen to his

story? Was he alone?

- Yes.

- Are you sure?

If.

- Somebody saw it coming?

- No, I do not think so.

Do not you think?

She does not cree.

You better be right. I have to

find ways to get rid of the body.

Well, you two ... empaqutenlo.

Go ahead, empaqutenlo.

That is, this is John.

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