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The boy grins buckteeth. Wants to ask a favor. Could I possibly stick my fingers down his throat? Sits up, opens wide. I set about him. Yuri from Odessa. Some radically obliging Slav / horde hybrid. I should put my cigarette out on his forehead, no doubt. Slice his back blades and defective legs. Rip botched Mongol scalp and hang him from those tethered ape arms. I apply my thumbs to his neck as he pukes and pouts and speaks yob. The air is foul. I rub the mess in its face and watch it swallow some raw. Tip him an extra $100 to not shower, then Uber his teenage ass back to the New Jersey steppe. I have an early flight.