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Ten ki’s of cocaine, snow white. Álvarez the Colombian–last year he was busted for drug trafficking, a case that was built on him for years, and one day when the whole nation crawled out of bed for the morning news, he was off the hook on bad due process. Now Álvarez was dealing again. Álvarez was here in an eleven-by-fourteen sheet photo with bags of coke, here in his hands.

The waitress popped her gum, whispered, “Here, sugar,” and disappeared around the corner. He felt the heat of the mug against his knuckles.

“Run it down,” he breathed. You could hear his mouth open. “Start with ‘how.’”

How she knew about the hand off. Then who else was there. All of it. So many things he needed to know. What he did know: Melody Christensen had never rubbed her gums a day in her life and would surely die for the rush in place of the high. He knew. She licked her lips and her finger tapped against the table, next to the half-dried cola stain. She was watching him. He knew that, too.

“I don’t know, but–I can find out.”

Her words seeped through the cracks of his skull. Castillo’s eyes moved at last, and his stare was heavy, a finality.

No. He’s already said it.

”The law isn’t the only party that wants Alvarez’s head.” Melody let the words rise, hang in the air between them-- heavy, about to burst. There was more to it than what had gotten past the barrier of her lips, revealed itself plain and simple in the contents of the folder.

Pots and pans crashed in the kitchen. Melody’s fingers furled on the table. She felt the half moons of her fingernails incise into her palm, and sat back, slowly, against the red booth. Albeit, she did not sever eye contact with Castillo. This was not the time to lose confidence. This was not the time to shrink back into herself. What she was doing was preparing herself.

Was lying still lying when you didn’t say a thing at all?

She felt her reasons for secrecy were just. They were always just.

“The Valdez family wants him just as badly as we do. Alvarez on the streets is a threat to their empire.” She works to keep her tone steady. No inflections. No modulations from which Castillo might sense hesitancy, uncertainty. Her voice is resolution. 100% pure. Stuff will kill ya.

“Emiliano, the son. He knows Bridgette.” I have an in.

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“Forgive me, Larr, I occasionally forget that you’re a walking thesaurus.”

The smile’s still alive. Innocent and effervescent, pure and untouched, like it could have been clipped straight out of an old photo of the Zito-Christensen family scrapbook during the springtime of her life-- before the heavy curtain of reality fell-- and pasted onto her current countenance.

“The power of belief, I mean. Whether you think you can or can’t.” She’s teasing really, for his own sake. Cheer up, Larry, you’re about a millisecond away from a good old fashioned noogie.

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His eyes bug in the direction of the steel muzzle; he can feel his feet begin to leaden, absorbing what heat now remained in the January ground – transferring it to his fists and face. “My hands are around the bunnies… Still, if you’re gonna get serious-”

The candy crashes to the street, long lapin ears breaking in twos and threes as their colourful container rebounds a few times before settling, crumpled.

“I paid six BUCKS for those at Macy’s, lady, so you wanna put the squirt toy away now? The people might catch ya’ in an unnatural light.”

Oh, you’ve got to be kidding. She holsters the weapon beneath her duster.

“Isn’t it a little early for Easter?” It isn’t an apology, that’ll come after the irritation subsides.

Melody’s eyes gravitate to the mangled, amputated chocolates which now loosely resemble bunnies, their beady candy-colored eyes bulging up at her in horror. Okay, so maybe she feels a little bad. Poor things didn’t even see it coming. Neither did the man who was in front of the muzzle only moments before, probably. Still, she’ll keep talking tough.

“You want to tell me what it is you’re doing out here, all alone? And don’t tell me your name’s Peter Cottontail.”

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❝ Oh stop your crying, it will be all right. ❞

❝ I know we’re different but, deep inside us, we’re not that different at all. ❞ 

❝ Don’t listen to them, ‘cause what do they know? ❞ 

❝ I may not be with you, but you’ve got to hold on. ❞ 

❝ Oh, the power to be strong, and the wisdom to be wise; all these things will come to you in time. ❞

❝ They’ll see in time. I know. We’ll show them together. ❞ 

❝ Whatever you do, I’ll do it too. ❞ 

❝ Put your faith in what you most believe in. ❞ 

❝ But danger’s no stranger here. ❞ 

❝ The sun will come out, wait and see. ❞ 

❝ Everywhere I turn, I hurt someone. ❞ 

❝ Tell me, where did I go wrong? Everyone I loved, they’re all gone. ❞ 

❝ Your forgiveness has set me free. ❞ 

❝ I’ll be there watching over you. ❞ 

❝ You’ll be amazed at what you will find if you look through my eyes. ❞ 

❝ There will be times on this journey, all you’ll see is darkness. But out there, somewhere, daylight will find you, if you keep believing. ❞ 

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❝ I’m holding in my hand a small box of chocolate bunnies. ❞ (interpolatedxinterviewer)

“Yeah, buster? I’m going to ask you one last time. Show me your hands, or you’re going to be walking real funny.” She aims the pistol toward the stranger’s kneecaps, you know, for emphasis.

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❝ She’s dead… Wrapped in plastic. ❞

❝ I’m holding in my hand a small box of chocolate bunnies. ❞

❝ Wanna know why I’m whittling? ❞

❝ Is it funny to you? It is not to me. ❞

❝ You know, this is — excuse me — a damn fine cup of coffee! ❞

❝ You know, I think I’d better start studying medicine. ❞

❝ I hear that you’re real good at what you do. ❞

❝ I feel like I know her, but sometimes my arms bend back. ❞

❝ That gum you like is going to come back in style. ❞

❝ You may think I’ve gone insane… but I promise. I will kill again. ❞

❝ Can you hear me? Catch you… with my death bag! ❞

❝ Will this sadness that makes me cry my heart out — will it ever end? ❞

❝ You’re the most cold-blooded man I’ve ever seen! ❞

❝ I’ve never in my life met a man with so little regard for human frailty. ❞

❝ I’ve had just about enough of you and your insults! ❞

❝ The old rustic sucker-punch, huh? ❞

❝ Something very, very strange in these old woods. ❞

❝ Call it what you want. A darkness, a presence. ❞

❝ What do you see? Is it a dream, or a nightmare? ❞

❝ I’ve got one man too many in my life and I’m married to him. ❞

❝ It may appear as such, but could it be a clue? ❞

❝ I can’t believe you were ever my age. ❞

❝ Did she tell you that there was no goodness in the world? ❞

❝ I’m telling you this because I don’t want to have any secrets from you. ❞

❝ Eyes are the mirror of the soul, someone has said. ❞

❝ How much would you like to start with? How about three hundred? ❞

❝ Now I’m going to get the food and you’re going to get dressed. ❞

❝ I feel like I’m going to dream tonight. Big bad ones. ❞

❝ Why is it so easy to make men like me? I don’t even have to try very hard. ❞

❝ I think a couple of times he’s tried to kill me. But guess what? As you know, I sure got off on it. ❞

❝ Hmm, isn’t sex weird? ❞

❝ I don’t know, she seemed to have reached a kind of peace with herself. ❞

❝ I like to think of myself as one of the happy generations. ❞

❝ I pride myself in taking a punch and I’ll gladly take another. ❞

❝ Are you looking for secrets? Is that it? Maybe I can give you one. ❞

❝ I would assume you’re no longer interested in girls. ❞

❝ Does a heart pump blood as it pumps love? Is love the blood of the universe? ❞

❝ Love, like blood, flows from the heart. Are blood and love related? ❞

❝ There’s an epidemic of multiple gunshot wounds following this chick around. ❞

❝ It’s almost like when they didn’t bury you deep enough. ❞

❝ When you see me again, it won’t be me. ❞

❝ Let nature guide us. Nature is the great teacher. ❞

❝ Are our appetites, our desires undermining us? ❞

❝ Nothing is simple. We live in a world where nothing is simple. ❞

❝ Seven is difficult to balance, but not impossible if we are able to divide. ❞

❝ It is happening again. It is happening again. ❞

❝ Sometimes when we are ill, we are not on our best behavior. ❞

❝ I mean, did he have a big, booming voice or what? ❞

❝ I believe you. I applaud your desire to do the right thing. ❞

❝ But you don’t believe me, do you? You think I’m mad. ❞

❝ If we’re not at the right place at exactly the right time, we won’t find our way in. ❞

❝ You and I have an appointment at the end of the world. ❞

❝ Want, not need. I don’t need anything. ❞

❝ When there are chances for reflections, there can always be two — or more. ❞

❝ ______, there are many cures for a broken heart. ❞

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“Uh, you press the on button, like so. Then you wait like twenty minutes for it to boot up. Then uh-” he brought up one of Egon’s databases and typed in a term. “You put something in the search bar, like Vigo the Carpathian and see what comes up. Bad stuff, by the way. Nasty Vlad the Impaler type stuff.” 

She squinted. The grotesque output on the screen went all but disregarded because-- “Twenty minutes? You are saying it takes twenty, lousy minutes? Venkman.”

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“Hey, Mel.” Palmer nodded to the piece of heating equipment he was working on, his toolbox at his side. He gestured to the open space he’d left at his side, asking Melody to join him. “Want me to show you how to fix this? Might come in useful if you gotta fix one of these things and I ain’t around to help you out. You never know.”

She was fiddling with the knobs on the boombox, AM/FM, watched the needle sail across station numbers: 96, 98, 100-- static, weather, home appliance jingles, and settled on Clapton. Melody adjusted the volume reasonably, folded her arms, and turned in the direction of Palmer’s voice.

“Well, sure." A few paces foward, curious glances, "What's it for?”

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