It pisses me the hell off, actually, that all the well-raised liars and cheats will go to their regular beds tonight, with no greater worry than what they can screw out of their folks tomorrow. Me, I'm stuck in Surinam with a bunch of criminal charges forming an orderly line back home. Anger fuels me back to the store, up to the agent's desk. Nobody else is around right now. The clerk looks up.
'I can't find the password,' I tell him.
'What's your name?'fly touch 3 android 2.2
'Vernon Little.' I wait for his eyebrows to blow off his fucken head. They don't. He just studies me for a moment.
'How much you expecting?'
'Six hundred dollars.'
The guy taps at his keyboard, checks his screen. Then shakes his head. 'Sorry, nothing here.' I pause for a moment, to calculate the depth of my fuckedness. Then the agent's eyes rivet to something over my shoulder.
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