The Raven Page #3

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- Not too high.

- Yeah yeah.

You gotta get up

early tomorrow.

You gotta take me

to the dentist, remember?

- Ugh.

- Looks like he's an expert here.

Buddy boy.

- Mr. Randy.

- Sorry.

Not too much.

It's all right.

You can't look

too trashed tomorrow.

Hope he gives me a lollipop.

- Are you going to take me tomorrow?

- Yeah.

So what time do you have to wake up

for the... to take her to the dentist?

- Like 9:
30.

- Oi.

Number four is done.

Skinner was here.

All that drilling

and blood goozing

in your mouth. Ugh.

High up in the mountains,

above all things alive,

the raven had his nest.

It's where he kept his prey.

It's where heaven

turns into hell.

My childhood dreams

had always been more real

than anything

in my real life.

So was the death

of Skinner,

which repeated itself

over and over

and became the cornerstone

of my guilt.

Redemption in paradise.

Paradise for me meant

to be in the arms

of a man who would

not leave me,

not abandon me, and that, of course,

would only be in death.

And it would most certainly

have to be Edgar.

I began to further distance

myself from all living things...

almost dead, in constant

yearning for Edgar.

And my soul from out

that shadow

that lies floating

on the floor

shall be lifted...

nevermore!

Ah, distinctly I remember

it was in the bleak December...

And each separate

dying ember...

it's shadow

on the floor.

- Got me a nice bike there.

- You like that one?

- I'm lovin' it.

- You like the skulls?

I love the skulls.

How'd you know it's my favorite color?

A test drive

would be awesome.

- I doubt it.

- I love my bike.

It better not

be worth over $20,000.

It's not worth

over $20,000.

That's nice.

- "Buy me this bike."

- That's why I picked my sugar mama.

That's right, baby.

Mama's got some money.

She loves always taking

care of me.

A beautiful bike.

Business or personal account?

Personal, of course.

Unless you've got it,

then maybe we have a deal.

For now, I'm gonna

have to let you go.

Yeah, a new bike

for her boytoy.

I told her nothing more

than $20,000... that's it, 20.

Will you stop it with that?

Lenore, we've got to talk.

Right now.

- I'll be back.

- All right, bye.

What?

- Are you sure about this?

- Yes, I am.

- You just met him.

- That doesn't matter.

- It's a Harley-Davidson.

- It's $20,000!

Lt's not $20,000,

I swear.

Don't you think

that's a little ridiculous?

No. I have the money.

I didn't just meet him, plus...

I mean, he's a great guy.

Great guy...

yeah, for $20,000.

- It's not $20,000.

- Think about it first.

Will you at least think

about it overnight?

I mean, what has he

really done for $20,000?

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