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❛ Shut up about last night! I killed a kid last night. He couldn't have been more than eighteen, and I killed him. How'd you like to live with that? ❜
𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 �...
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CHAPTER i. ❛ BLEEDIN' LIKE A STUCK PIG ❜
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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄, I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home.
I was wishing I looked like Paul Newman ─ he looks tough and I don't ─ but I guess my own looks aren't so bad. I have light-brown, almost-red hair and greenish-gray eyes. I wish they were more gray, because I hate most guys that I have green eyes, but I have to be content with what I have.
My hair is longer than a lot of boys wear theirs, squared off in back and long at the front and sides, but I am a greaser and most of my neighborhood rarely bothers to get a haircut. Besides, I look better with long hair.
I had a long walk home and no company, but I usually lone it anyway, for no reason except that I like to watch movies undisturbed so I can get into them and live them with the actors. When I see a movie with someone it's kind of uncomfortable, like having someone read your book over your shoulder. I'm different that way.
I mean, my second-oldest brother, Soda, who is sixteen-going-on-seventeen, never cracks a book at all, and my oldest brother, Darrel, who we call Darry, works too long and hard to be interested in a story or drawing a picture, so I'm not like them. And nobody in our gang digs movies and books the way I do. For a while there, I thought I was the only person in the world that did. So I loned it.
