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“...The plan is perfect, baby. No one will ever know it was us. We’ll be outta here like that,” he said while snapping his grubby fingers. “Now, here, hold this,” Ronnie said, as he passed his revolver to Susie. Susan held the small gun and began to slide her thumb back and forth over the smooth chrome finish. “I wish we didn’t have to do this, Ronnie.” “If you ain’t noticed, baby, we are broke and down to our last two smokes. It’s either this or you’re gonna hafta sell your ass again. Now, do ya want us to go back to the truck stop?” “No, Ronnie. I wanna go to the beach.” “The beach it is,” he said as he leaned over and gave her a peck on her cheek.” — Jim Kelly
...The plan is perfect, baby. No one will ever know it was us. We’ll be outta here like that,” he said while snapping his grubby fingers. “Now, here, hold this,” Ronnie said, as he passed his revolver to Susie.
Susan held the small gun and began to slide her thumb back and forth over the smooth chrome finish. “I wish we didn’t have to do this, Ronnie.”
“If you ain’t noticed, baby, we are broke and down to our last two smokes. It’s either this or you’re gonna hafta sell your ass again. Now, do ya want us to go back to the truck stop?”
“No, Ronnie. I wanna go to the beach.”
“The beach it is,” he said as he leaned over and gave her a peck on her cheek.