The Lesser Blessed Page #2

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So, he ran to the sink...

How's Donny doing?

He's reading porno mags now.

Found her stash yesterday.

Was hoping the guy'd be a kid

a little longer, you know?

So, why did you leave Hay River?

No one left to f***.

So...

Juliet Hope.

She's somethin'.

What's wrong?

Did you know...

that if you lay down...

and listen to your tummy...

you can hear all sorts

of machinery down there.

No sh*t.

And if you lay and listen long enough...

your a**hole will start to itch.

Why's that?

That's your tapeworm peeking out.

Don't make fun

of him...

At night, my tapeworm

comes out and we play.

Larry Sole...

You're the most interesting

thing in this sh*t town.

He'll do whatever you

want all day tomorrow.

Ten dollars, let's go!

He's not that...

He's all right.

Nine bucks!

Nine bucks, there we go!

Love it!

Going once,

going twice, sold...

Okay, this is a slave auction,

ladies and gentlemen.

Raising money for the final dance.

You gotta do better, or it's just going

to be me and Clarence

D.J-ing again.

Our next item up for bid has

raised a lot of eyebrows

since coming from his

last school, Hay River...

Let's give a nice, warm

welcome to Mr. Jonny Beck!

Let's start this!

Ten dollars, where is it?

Where do I hear it?

Twelve dollars, who's got that?

Bam, right there.

Twelve dollars!

Come on, let's keep going!

Love it, love it!

Twenty? Forty?

Fifty!

Fifty!

Seventy-five!

My boy's got seventy-five!

Let's keep going now!

Eighty!

Ooooh...

Ninety-five!

Man, where do you get

all this money from?

Don't you owe me

like twenty... Anyway...

A hundred.

A hundred and twenty!

A hundred and twenty,

um...

Okay, going once,

going twice...

Two-hundred!

Sold!

Two-hundred...

A Fort Simmer high school

slave auction record...

I bet she would

have paid more.

In another life I was

a great Dogrib hunter.

And Juliet was

a pure, white caribou.

I had her in my sights,

she was mine...

...but I let her go

out of respect and awe.

Jed...

The man is a firefighter,

a bush cook, a Ranger,

a tour guide and a whole

lot of other things.

He's my mom's boyfriend but every time

there are arguments,

he just takes off.

She loves him, I can tell,

but she's not ready

to marry him.

She's still scared

of men, I guess.

So, what's

it gonna be?

Lessons in fiddle or drum?

You gotta take a side.

It's just like old timers say,

how do you know where you're going

if you don't know where you've been?

We could do some drummin' tonight,

what say you?

Uh...

Can't tonight.

Why not?

Um...

There's this house party.

House party, eh?

Yeah...

Who's havin' it?

This girl from school.

A girl, huh?

I got it...

Are you ready?

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