Primer
Mom slides two bucks into the beat cop’s palm to ignore her Chevy by the hydrant, then goes to her weekly manicure. Dad’s sawbuck buys the checker’s wink at the way-bill he should clock for unbilled items, like the hams chucked in our truck along with our order on the loading dock. Yeah, two-bit bribes, but they knead and mould the plastic mind of an eight-year-old.
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