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How did people go through life being so bored and so boring without killing the was the one and only commandment he followed All the other coestions

He hated to ad, too Sleeping with an eighteen-year-old girl byhe’d done in weeks

Bored and boring He did the sas every day, walked the saive or take a few hts, blacked in only the s didn’t get o back to Manhattan to find a reason not to shoot hiun

A feoave hih the path of their chaises longues and beach chairs He saw the rapacious looks in their eyes, their knowing sn countries werefrenzy Could they not get laid back in the suburbs where they calanced at the lasses No wonder they were staring at hie back hoh a cluster of torchwood and palrew rockier He didn’t care Thisout Shoes were pleasantly optional on the beach in theto wear boots, he’d rather wear nothing at all

Boots He did miss his boots He missed his boots and his bed The beach hut wasn’t bad but the bed was no bigger than a full-size He could only fit two people in it After island hopping from New Zealand to the Philippines, he’d coo, rented a hut and settled down But perhaps it was tio ho home He still didn’t have an answer for her If Elle was still on the run, he’d given her an eight-otten the hint that Kingsley wouldn’t do his dirty work for hisley turned around He’d ht options were for the week Maybe it was tio somewhere else Martinique? St Croix? Miami? Manhattan? He would miss Haiti After all it was beautiful, peaceful, restful

And boring

Kingsley heard a screah alert The screah-pitched and pained He raced a few steps deeper into the trees and saw a boy--pasty white and still wearing his baby fat despite being twelve or thirteen--squealing in agony Another boy next to hiround

"Pick on sosley heard a wo French accent

Then a rock whipped through the air and hit the boy again on the back of his Ludacris T-shirt

"Crazy bitch," the boy shouted The wo hirave; rien," she shouted