13 Moons Page #3

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around your neck? No!

I lose ten thousand per hour.

Do you have any solution for it?

- I'm talking about what you have inside you.

- I'm talking about money!

- Lenny...

- What are you, Mo?

- What really happened?

- I have been told.

There was shooting

and my girl was locked up!

- Was anyone hurt?

- She is not aimed at anyone.

"It said nothing about you.

- Now you know it.

This is a school friend.

He taught me to plug toilets.

Throw it

I'll tell him to withdraw.

He who speaks with the creditor

is a storfrsare in the music.

- Do you know who I mean?

Yes, maybe.

It is he.

Lenny something...

- Sanandra!

- Where are my things?

I hope f***ing

that you have not ruined anything.

- Hey, Sanandra.

- Hey, Mo.

- Are you happy now?

- Kiss my ass, Lenny!

Sanandra, wait!

I'm not going back to the studio.

And not back to the cell.

- What are you talking about?

- What are you doing?

Take it easy, the police officer.

It is nothing.

I have the best producers in L.A.

What is wrong?

Open your ears, dammit.

I can not sing!

Cash-back?

- Mo Potter. What?

Wait a minute.

- Have you approached a priest?

- Yes, one who claims that he is a priest.

I am on Almeida police,

behind the court building.

- Of course you can sing.

- The musicians laughed at me.

- Who laughed at you?

- Why? So you can kick them?

- It must be one p. m. moons.

- What?

It always said my mother

when she was waiting for trouble.

"Perhaps it is the 13 mnarnas night. "

I am not God anymore.

It must be great to hear

a voice and know that it is God.

For me it was reality.

I had a guide within me.

- What are you gonna do now?

- Wait until I hear him again.

We must return to the studio

and a DAT tape, so...

Stay!

- Why you playing on the street?

- Sorry.

I saw him not.

I drove almost to him.

Where is your mom?

- At work.

- What is your name?

- Timmy.

- Where is your father, Timmy?

Is he a cop?

Lenny, go in and find his father.

Are you okay?

Are you cold?

Is it yours?

Please.

Hold hard in it.

Hold hard

so it does not fly away again.

Bananas.

Your wife must sit for twelve hours.

They released a married woman once.

She shot her husband, twelve times

in the groin. It must not happen again.

What an idiot is what allows his son

play out in the parking lot?

- Lenny, good to see you again.

- Is it not amazing?

He was about to be hit.

- That's my boy.

- Come with me!

- Did I not that you would wait?

- Is it your son?

You should be ashamed

that let him walk around here alone.

What is she doing here?

- Are they good?

- Ask him.

Are you okay?

Women are weird. The longing

after what they want.

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