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<p>And where Sim jumped, there was Ursula. Sim was the brains, he’d say, he’d run the plan by Ursula three times whether or not she got it on the first time through, and she was the muscle. Big old bear like her, nothing getting past if she needed to block the door, and if she need to knock heads, Sim said, she would just have to knock some heads.</p>
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<p>But here, this convenience store, something had happened there. Sometimes you just gotta go, you know? Clerk’d been holding it for until all those truckers’ clocks ran out because you were too busy and the owner was too cheap to hire anyone else, so he had to steal a moment of quiet at eleven thirty or whatever, and he ran off to the bathroom out around the back of the building.</p>
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<p>Sometimes you forget. Ever forget? Happened to me. Only this time he forgot to lock the front door and forgot to close out the drawer.</p>
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<p>And this is the time when a ferret and a bear come barrelling down the highway and slipped right up to the front of the store all nice like, quiet, no uncouth squealing of tires. They hopped out like maybe they got just a quick errand to run, and clerk, he figured he’s got enough time to finish up, but they’re in and out real smooth.</p>
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<p>And this is the time when a ferret and a bear come barreling down the highway and slipped right up to the front of the store all nice like, quiet, no uncouth squealing of tires. They hopped out like maybe they got just a quick errand to run, and clerk, he figured he’s got enough time to finish up, but they’re in and out real smooth.</p>
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<p>“Shit, Ursula,” you may imagine Sim saying with that reedy tenor that can cut through anything like it was paper. “How fuckin’ perfect is this? All laid out for us.”</p>
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<p>A mumble.</p>
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<p>“Grab a snack, girlie, I don’t care. Hell, grab all the snacks, anything you need. You need pills? Grab some pills. Condoms? Hah!”</p>
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<p>“Ursula, Ursula! Come on you big dummy, come on girlie,” he’s calling. “Come on out. Gosh! Gosh, I love you darling! I love you so much I feel like my whole heart’s gonna burst and you’d have to patch me back up again. Look at this! I didn’t want to freak you out on the road, I know you get all skittish behind the wheel, especially after a job, but gosh I love you. Just full of love from tip to tail. There’s like six thousand dollars in that take. Six thousand dollars <em>and</em> a box of Snickers! What else you grab? Snacks? Get your pills? Hah!”</p>
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<p>And the bear is out the van now and she’s parked her backside against the front of the grill and Sim is dancing around her, taking first one hand and then t’other, lifting her arms up so that he can twirl about beneath them, smacking her belly, hitting her thighs with his tail, kicking up dust into the midnight air.</p>
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<p>“We got it made, now.” He finally flops all along the front of Ursula, stretched up long as he can so he can get his skinny arms around the mountain of her shoulders, and sure, she can smell the candy bar on his breath. “We can go straight now, you know? Hit up a small town, Mountain Home or Newsom or Sawtooth or something, park our asses, get out of the risky business.</p>
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<p>“But listen, my darling, my dear. Hey, listen. You gotta try’n understand my plan. There’s so much to it we gotta do first. Six ‘kay or whatever will get us a few months, but you know you and you know me. We gotta still earn something so long as we’re not totally on our own, you know? Gotta earn our keep.</p>
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<p>“But listen, my darling, my dear. Hey, hey, listen. You gotta try’n understand my plan. There’s so much to it we gotta do first. Six ‘kay or whatever will get us a few months, but you know you and you know me. We gotta still earn something so long as we’re not totally on our own, you know? Gotta earn our keep.</p>
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<p>“I know you been wanting to go straight for years now, get out of the job-to-job life and go do something that’s day-to-day, and I love you, you big oaf, you big dummy, but maybe we hit up just one or two more once we get there, real sly-like without raising any eyebrows, or maybe we do it on the way.</p>
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<p>“Ursula, my dear, my love, you okay keepin’ those muscles up for me a few more days? Just a few more. Just a few more runs, just a few more heads to knock together, you understand. I swear on my life, girlie, I swear up and down your body from those ears you know I love to bite to that hot fuckin’ cunt–” this punctuated with a grope, because Sim will always jump to that, he’s just built to. “–to those big fuckin’ feet of yours, you’ll get to live the straight life soon. We been on the road so many years now — what, like two decades or something? — and sooner or later you’ll bury those feet of yours in some good clean earth instead of in some poor sop’s stomach and that earth will be your very own garden. You’ll have it all for yourself!”</p>
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<p>And Sim is off spinning again, spinning into the dark, and surely Ursula’s got a smile or something going on as he calls out to her — “Two gardens! A row of carrots in front cause I know you love those and maybe a whole fuckin’ mess of beets out back” — but we’ll never know, will we? Sim won’t settle his eyes on her long enough, he’s too busy jumping.</p>
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