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He pounced into frame, dancing to that tinny music like it actually had a beat, swinging his hips, wiggling his legs, classic Elvis moves. He looked like a fucking southern-fried, redneck, cracker-god of grits and backseat humping at the drive-in. ![]() Bubba and the Cosmic Blood-Suckers by Joe R Lansdale ![]() |
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