I have a scarf the same color. I would let Ludivine, my French teen prostitute bank-robbing partner, wear it. We would peel away our Serge Gainsbourg masks, laughing, as the gendarme pathetically try to keep up with us. We would leave KFC bones as our calling card. We would make love in the Hadron Collider as a form of protest. Empires would topple. The Twins would win the World Series again. She would die in my arms, riddled with bullets, but not in the car, because there’s no fucking way I let ANYBODY bleed in that car.
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I have a scarf the same color. I would let Ludivine, my French teen prostitute bank-robbing partner, wear it. We would peel away our Serge Gainsbourg masks, laughing, as the gendarme pathetically try to keep up with us. We would leave KFC bones as our calling card. We would make love in the Hadron Collider as a form of protest. Empires would topple. The Twins would win the World Series again. She would die in my arms, riddled with bullets, but not in the car, because there’s no fucking way I let ANYBODY bleed in that car.

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