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LauraGigs:
ENNIS [eyes blurring]:

Whut the hell . . .
deceased?
inceased?
december?
dismissed?
diseased?
deceived?
depressed?
discussed?
decided?

Sheeit . . . dang farsightedness. Can barey even read the Handley's Catalog these days.  Better call down to Childress — find out whut in tarnation's goin on.

LauraGigs:
RIIIIING!

Front-Ranger:
LUREEN

EEUUUEEWWW! That is the tawdriest ringtone I ever did hear!!

**Now how aym I supposed to operate this monster phone, hunh? Where do ya flip it open??**

LauraGigs:
RIIIIIIIIIIIING!

Front-Ranger:
((Lureen is studying the script-within-the-script that her daddy prepared for her. Her eyes are getting littler and littler and she looks like a rabbit trying to squeeze into a snakehole with a coyote on her tail))


LUREEN


Ahem... memememememememe...

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