They were grifters, mister, livin' off the land. Hittin' the road. Charming the pockets of the foolish souls they came across, hittin' them up for a few coins and running off with fistfuls of dollars. But the incriminatin' evidence was hidden in the only place that no one would think to look...tucked into the young-un's hat. She whipped out a pack of Camel nonfilters and took a thoughtful puff. Sure, she might look like a baby, but that kid was smarter than any of 'em put together!
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Griftin'
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