‘Cause It’s a Taco Truck
“Go to hell,” Chuy said. “Been there.” Eddie Marlowe, the wire-thin, jittery rock and roll guitarist, shot his bloodshot eyes left and right around the rubble that had once been a parking lot. The S...
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Rider cocked his revolved and pointed it at Mike’s head. And Chuy, in Scarecrow’s body, whacked his spiked club into Rider’s grinning face. Scarecrow, it turned out, was a muscular man, and had none...
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