Jack set his hat on the chair, hair standing out every which way, guzzled the last of his beer, crushed the can and collected two points on his way to the bed. Ennis eyed him sourly, said he was mighty perky for somebody been out all night. Jack’s spit dried up, the barometric pressure dropping, presaging wild weather, making his bones itch
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Jack don't go with Lureen. Ennis, give Jack what he really needs. Get it together, guys.
Really great chapter. I enjoyed it. I'm looking forward to your next update. : )
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--Yes, that's exactly right! It doesn't suit Jack at all!
"...they stood soul to soul for a fleeting eternity, one perfect communion before they went up in flames."
--Oh dear! :( I am seriously worried about them now. Poor boys!
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