Page 88 of Cookout Carnage

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TABI: FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, PLEASE TELL ME YOU GOT A PHOTO?

BEN: What did Sherilyn say?

TRISTAN: She seemed really embarrassed and dragged me away. We then went to a museum in someone’s house. That was also a bit odd. Lovely, but odd.

TABI: What kind of ‘odd’ museum. My mind is going places…

TRISTAN: A coal museum.

TABI: And now it’s stopped. Coal?

TRISTAN: And other assorted rocks.

BEN: Kentucky is famous for coal.

TRISTAN: I’ll send you some pics.

TRISTAN: Photos.

TRISTAN: It was just one room and the sign outside had only just been painted. We were the only people there.

TABI: OMG zoom in everyone! There’s a shelf with hard rock, soft rock and punk rock! Tristan, I hate to break it to you, but you’re in The Truman Show.

SABRINA: Does Sherilyn seem genuine, or do you think she has a script?

TRISTAN: No script. She’s perfect. Just perfect.

SABRINA: Awwww. Then focus on that.

TABI: How does she act when you’re in public?

SABRINA: Tabi, leave it! I’m sure it’s all fine.

TRISTAN: She walks fast and does seem a little stressed. On the way back to mine just now she hid behind a bush when this crazy car drove past.

TABI: How crazy?

TRISTAN: It was a 1971 Buick Riviera GS.

BEN: Sweet ride!

SABRINA: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

TRISTAN: But it looked like it had been painted by someone tripping. The hood had a mermaid on it riding a dolphin.

TABI: Did the woman look like Sherilyn?

TRISTAN: No, but she seemed really familiar.

TABI: Who was driving?

TRISTAN: A bloke. A bit younger than me? Good-looking I suppose in a rough and ready sort of way?

SABRINA: Sounds like an ex-boyfriend…

TABI: Or a current one?

TRISTAN: No. Absolutely not. No way.

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