With the fist that held the note, Mr. Tweedy clocked Lou in the jaw, sending him to the floor. The jaw was clearly broken, visibly unhinged. The women screamed and clung to one each other, and the men stared, frightened, at Mr. Tweedy who was now stretched out on the concrete, holding Lou’s head. Dreams and bones shattered, both men were sobbing. The note, which had fallen from Mr. Tweedy’s hand, landed right inside room 14 of the Starlite Motel. Mr. McLoone stepped inside, sat down on the hay, patted the Reverend on the head, and straightened out the note, which he read aloud:
Dear Lord, when you send me back down to earth, please let me be as a Bunny Rabbit, for they are the dearest messengers of your word. Amen.
THAT’S it.
General crap:
I’m 21, and go to UF, and I play in a band, and blah blah. The end. I have a cat named Coltrane that talks a lot and beats things up. He’s tougher than you.
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