Chapter 7: Max is not a Flying Enchilada
If I have any sense at all, I will not play poker with Angel.
But if I do happen to, I will not use my college funds.
I will not accuse Iggy of looking at bird-people porn. This is pointless as
he cannot see.
I will not attempt to communicate in sign language with Iggy. Again, this is pointless as he cannot see.
I will not claim that Iggy — %&*#$ , he cannot see!
The Flyboys theme song is not "Gotta catch 'em all!"
And I will stop insisting on this.
I will not sell Celeste on eBay.
No matter how bad I'm dying for some cash.
Just because Max is Hispanic does not give me a liable reason to call her a flying enchilada.
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