Spun Page #4

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I'm sorry, it's policy.

We take cash, credit cards or checks.

Hi, it's Amy. I'm not here, so leave

a message and I'll call you back.

Hey, Amy, it's Ross.

How are you? I'm doing really good.

Oh, are you the doctor? Hi.

Hi, thank God.

- Dr. K, this is...

- Taco.

- Here. Can you just...?

- So. So, so, so, so...

I got a job...

...and I'm... I'm working for a chemist.

And he's working me really hard,

and I haven't slept.

- What seems to be the problem?

- I really don't know.

I need you to call me when you get this.

I really need you to call me, okay?

Can you please fix him?

Because I'm really worried, okay?

- We'll just keep him overnight.

- Thank you.

Okay, I love you.

Okay, bye. It's Ross.

- Okay. Oh, I love you too, baby. Bye.

- We'll keep him overnight.

Sorry. Thank you. Have a good day!

Frisbee, honey?

Sweetie? Could you come

get me something to eat?

Do you hear me? Frisbee, honey?

Frisbee, honey, what are you doing?

Could you get Mommy a soda?

When I get back, there better be

a joint in my drawer.

- I love you, baby.

- I love you too.

It's Ross, honey. Let him in!

- Honey?

- What?

Turn the f***ing music down, please!

It's Ross. Turn down the f***ing music

and let... Never mind.

- Never mind!

- What?!

You don't even give a flying f***

about Taco, do you?

A**hole.

How'd it go?

Vet said he wants to keep

the dog overnight.

Didn't look very good.

You should really open a window.

- Yeah?

- Did you touch her?

What do you mean?

- You know goddamn well what I mean.

- No, I don't.

She got a nice-looking body,

doesn't she?

I don't know what the f***

you're talking about.

You know goddamn well...

- Okay.

...what I'm talking about.

Hey, look at this.

Wow, look at this sh*t.

Goddamn! Look at this.

Look at it. Damn, look at that.

Look at this part right here.

Look at that. That's cruel sh*t.

Look at that sh*t, man.

Actually, maybe the road stops here.

I can't give you that ride.

I need a ride.

Ross has gotta run me down

to the truck stop.

Maybe take a cab. Here.

I'll take a cab.

Goddamn, baby, you look hot.

What do you care?

Baby!

- She's a fine-looking woman, huh?

- Yeah. Oh, yeah, great.

No, I mean... Hey, it's cool.

- What do we need at the truck stop?

- I gotta get some ingredients.

So anyway, I heard that he was

carrying some of these fixings...

...for that metalphetamine stuff,

whatever the hell they call it.

Goddamn druggies!

I mean, I was never into that.

I can't understand how they do that.

But anyway,

so he was traveling down I-5...

...and he was probably speeding.

He usually was.

He's going too fast,

and then, all of a sudden...

...after this big curve,

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