XII. Cicero

“DRIVE. DRIVE. DRIVE!” The words floated like night and neon about my head.

“DO IT. DIE!!!!!!!” said Cicero as he appeared with toothy grin.

“Jesus” said I said.
“Cicero” said Cicero.

“now Gus don’t be a spazzy fuck.” he advised.

I paniced. I got out of the car.

At Pearse’s tavern.

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