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168 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 28, 2013
Hallelujah. Neither the original Leonard Cohen song that regardless of its title was melancholic, nor the Jeff Buckley cover that despite a more harmonious feel was still less than jubilant. Just simple, old-fashioned, let's par-tay, hallelujah.
She took out a box of double stuff Oreos, brought them to the kitchen table, and began eating one in the only manner any human should ever eat a double-stuff Oreo: by licking out the white stuff and tossing the half-eaten chocolate bits in the kitchen sink.
Casey's hand slipped. She gulped and looked up. It was her library period and Alex Deal was, suddenly, standing in front of her. "I'm sorry but there will be no autographs today," she said. "If you're desperate you can try going through the label or management."
The Mother Fuckers. That was not their real name. But it was what Casey called them.