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"Like that time he stole a pickup just because it had a dolly lift in the back."

"Which he used to steal that video machine from the laundry, dressed up like a repairman."

"Hey! I forgot about that! We played that thing until the fucking screen burned out!"

"It's still there, I bet, under the sixth street overpass. Probably some bum's outhouse by now." She was wistful and sad, and he never felt so pathetic in his life. That these should be her fondest memories. That he should be the smallest, shittiest part of them.

She shook her head free of the cobwebs, and she asserted, "But I bet that's what he was remembering in the end, 'cause it was like the greatest thing he ever did, you know. Like the one thing he did that set him apart from the average ant on the anthill. Nobody else had ever done it. Nobody ever even thought of doing it, I bet, but Chiggy. So... it's what his life was all for, in a way, you see? Like that was his fourth gold medal in the Olympics, and all he had left was burnout and... death."

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