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The Naked Beat

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Skip seemed to have turned into a bloodthirsty savage, Lord Of The Flies minus the shipwreck and the marauding juveniles. He appeared to be salivating at the thought of whacking Jeffrey and me. Alex was torn between his conscience and his desire to keep the life to which he'd become accustomed. Unless Skip had a religious epiphany and found Jesus, my only hope was trying to reason with Alex.

Skip started taunting us. "Well, squares. You're about to get a full dose of your recommended daily salt intake. Not to mention quenching your thirst."

He laughed like a demented hyena...

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