The face of the cliff loomed above them.
Python snickers while he gives Rufus dabs. “Do you,nigga. Do you.” That shit just makes Rufus's lips stretch wider. “You see this, Peaches? This is like the Good Housekeeping seal of approval right here.” page 197: I step closer to Profit and draw in a deep, steadying breath while the brothers exchange dabs. “What's up, fam? I see you finally made it.”
Out in the bullpen, Chip Hilton and Soapy Smith had stopped throwing to watch the argument—what ballplayers call a rhubarb.
rhubarb.
I want to make that strawman into a steelman, but I eliminated the pursuit of happiness from my to-do list so many years ago that I don't even know where I'd begin.
the pursuit of happiness
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