It is hard to say what he would enjoy more, removing the jacket or sticking the corsage pin, accidentally, into the flesh of the person who insisted he wear it.

Aunt Bertha got him that coat, you know, and they would see her at church and she'd just loooove to see him in it one time, before he outgrew it. He's just growing so fast these days.

Fast. That was what started it. He liked to go fast, staring at the lights fading away in the rear view mirror. Every horror and plaid print was behind him. And then the cops were behind him. And then the crime spree began. Aunt Bertha was less proud after that.

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