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"It was Chiggy. All the way. Nobody but Chiggy would have even thought to shave himself smooth and cover himself with Vaseline, just to run naked from the dicks at the mall. What a nut."

"And they tried to catch him at first," responded Byron, brought to a stop by his laughter and leaning against the rail. "Until they got a hold of him the first time, then you could just see their faces, man, all pinched shut like they'd stepped barefoot in cold dog shit!"

"Yeah, like, what the FUCK is all over that guy? And then they'd just call on their radios and hobble after him, disgusted. It must have been twenty, thirty of them before it was over! God, I laughed so hard, I thought I was going to pee my pants."

"Only Chiggy, man. Only Chiggy." They laughed together there beside the oblivious traffic, before the setting sun, suspended a thousand feet over the deadly bay. They laughed until they felt sick with it.

Then they wiped their tears, of joy and of grief, and they started off once more on their long, lonely way. "I miss him. I miss him a lot."

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