There's this guy in town, black. I lent him my car and he stole it. He professed to me that he was my friend, a brother, and then he stole my Cutlass. I'll never get over how slim, soft-spoke, and well-dressed he was.
He was missing his upper teeth.
I thought you could trust a guy with his upper teeth already gone.
- Barry Hannah, "I am Shaking to Death"
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