u little Casper the Ghosts really cant say anything original. You just remix what I said an ice age ago. "
"I hear tell youre a tamed little bitch these days. You really getting led around by an eyeless flatback?"
"Shes an assassin, not a prostitute. "
"Maybe now but I heard that in her lean and hungry youth she had another line of work. "
"Didnt we all?"
"Yeah, and it was fun!" said the younger Spyder. "You gave it up, didnt you? You have that housebroken look. Way too upstanding to steal for your supper these days. "
"What can I say? Unlike you, Peter Pan, I grew up. "
"Thats your excuse for what youve become? Thats stone pitiful. "
"Im not going to justify myself to someone who doesnt even exist. However, on the off chance that it means something, Ill tell you this. Remember Santos Raye?"
"Fat, white-haired fucker at the chop shop. Everyone called him Santos Claus. "
"Thats him. Youre too young to know this, but Santos got murdered. Iggy Atkinson did it. "
"So what? Santos was a snake mean, drunk fuck who got what he deserved. "
"Yeah, but I talked to him that morning. And Santos was Iggys partner. Then Santos disappeared. No body, no nothing. But everyone knew what happened. I was a happy car thief, but I never pictured myself as a murderer. And I knew if I stuck around, sooner or later thats what Id be. That or dead. "
"You pussyed out. On both of us. "
"We were always playing walking a fine line, painting and drawing in the day, stealing cars for Iggy and Santos at night. It was cool and fun. We were artists and above it all. Then Santos was dead a
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