AUGUST 15, 2006
Word Count:229
“Vrrroooom, Vrrroooom, Vroooom!”
“C’mon Billy, let’s play something else. This is boring.”
“No it isn’t.”
“Is too.”
“What do you want to do then?”
“Dunno…How about we sneak into Old Lady Wilson’s yard and snitch some crab apples?”
“No way! Joey Hamilton got caught doing that and he’s doing three years.”
“Joey Hamilton Schmoey Hamilton, we just need to wait until it’s dark so she can’t see who it is.”
“Naa that’s too late.”
“What’sa matter, past your bedtime?”
“Well…so?”
“It’s past mine too. We just sneak out, grab a few apples and sneak back.”
“I don’t know.”
“We can take a few to Allison’s house. She’s having a sleepover…Becky will be there.”
“Becky’ll be there?”
“I double dare you to kiss her!”
“GROSS!”
“Ah c’mon I know you like her.”
“Doesn’t mean I want to kiss her. My dad says I have to have a pro-fill-attic if I’m ever around girls.”
“No you don’t!”
“Do too!”
“Don’t.”
“Do.”
“C’mon it’ll be fun.”
“Well…As long as Becky is going to be there…Okay!”
“FREEZE! DON’T MOVE! YOU’RE UNDER ARREST!”
“I want my mom!”
“It’s too late for your mommies boys. You make me sick. You won’t be seeing mommy for quite some time. Conspiracy to commit theft. Conspiracy to transport stolen goods. Conspiracy to acquire cooties. No, you won’t be seeing your mommies for a long, long time. Let’s go.”
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